Bus

They got on the bus,
Friends together;
They sat on the bus
And talked together.

She wore his jacket
and they both joked
about friends at school
and others they knew.

She thought they were friends;
He knew they were friends.

He talked about Dave
And how he’d just done it;
He never forgave
Her for letting him down.

Susie had been dropped home,
According to rumour, they
Arrived at home alone,
And he had stayed.

He talked about the party
And who had scored;
She stopped laughing
So he joked some more.

He laughed about Lucy
Who’d got knocked up;
She said “it’s not funny”,
And now he stopped.

“What’s wrong?” he asked
“you’re not are you?”
He thought about the past,
She’d’ never been picked up;

He couldn’t hide from her
The look in his eyes for her.

“nothing’s wrong” she said,
But it was in his head.

“I’m still a virgin” the silence stood.

He continued the goss,
Trying to normalise
Sex; I could see it
Lurking in his eyes.

She was pure and he,
He wouldn’t say,
He didn’t like it;
When she looked away

He looked at her;
He looked at her figure.

And the lust was in his eyes.

She got up to leave,
They went to hug,
At the last minute,
She flinched,
She was awkward
In the embrace.

She returned
His jacket,
And she wasn’t
Coming back.