the bus poem - part sixteen; fred perry

Its funny,
I thought I’d swallow more salt,
choke back more stones,
the further away I got from home.
But right now, there’s a whirlpool of happy
sucking me in,
and I’m not fighting back.
Maybe happy isn’t the right word;
a spell of motivation,
Or hope
that really, everything will be fine?
There are people where I’m going.
People who care about me.
People who love me.
Not in the same way that you do,
but I suppose it’ll be good enough
to put me through
For the next one or two months
Before I get to see you.
I think it might be fine?
I’ve got these words to help me out,
and a T-shirt from you
that I wasn’t wearing on the bus,
but I’m wearing now
as I type out my thoughts.
How flippant of me.
I love you.
I just know it.