Virtual Bus Ride II

The Sunday before 

the biggest strong hit,

I dreamt of you.

Climbed on the bus,

too full, I had 

to stand up and 

steady myself...

A hand on my waist--

looked at it;

the fingers were all

too familiar

They're yours.

I felt safe.

[Fade to black]

A giant plaza.

We both sat down,

tried to make up
for the lost

time;

The years melted...

wanted to rest my

head on your

shoulder

I wake up.

[Found out that the phone rang at 4am. Was it you?]