On Busses  6.22.00  3:51am

Dennis says, "Men are like busses.  There'll be another one along in a few minutes."  The Christopher bus has come.  I thoroughly enjoy the ride...so far.

He's smart, handsome and oh, so fine.
I wonder about him.
trying to stop and check myself
so that i don't lose me.

I see so many possibilities.  Full...but where does it end?

Why have a given up so on relationships?
Have i just become a hard core realist?
I think so.

Though...my reality is different than most.
    Perhaps his is too.


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