Eccles Bus Station
Take me where I need to go, that place only you and I know.
Move with me through bus,
Let’s run to front seats and laugh at rain.
With our sweaty digits clutching crumpled tickets.
Leave here, past picket fence and families- let’s make sense of ourselves and one another.
Those common lights which we leave behind only now an afterthought in my mind.
Run with me to somewhere new somewhere we can view just each other. And maybe feel rather than suffer.