overnight bus

detroit to buffalo
two seats to my
self
head rattles into slumber
cool windowed
hoodie pillowed
back kinks and
neck cramps
give sleep fits
sore lipped
I wake
from dreams of you

How much more
comfortable
these seats
with you in my arms
lean your head on my shoulder
lay back against my chest and
listen  
to my
heart beat
faster
stronger
faster
louder
race cars
in my  
bloodstream  
circle
faster
pounding.

And I tell myself that this time
I'll never let go.
the touch of your hand
the smell of your hair
linger
fade to open eyes
this empty seat beside me
this bus seat beside me
two seats to my
self

And I would cry
if I wasn't already
dreaming again
of a moment
surrounded by you
my atmosphere
closer
so close
here