Mr Jon's Bus Ride

The engine roars
Like my heart did when I first met Marie that summer.
The people around me are in an entirely different world.
I stare out from my window seat
as the others stare into their Notebooks.
Their lives are rushed, but
I have all the time I need.
They are unfeeling
and I have felt the world.
It is drizzling
and the window feels cool against my wrinkled cheek.
The scenery outside is blurred
like the scenes of my past.
Lightning flashes.
Nobody flinches but me;
They're all too preoccupied
With their activities.
I am old and they are young,
yet they do not appreciate what they have.
Times are truly changing.
The bus skids to a halt.
I get up on my creaky joints and pad slowly out.
Clutching my roses,
I walk through the white gates and into the grounds
where my Marie's body lies.