Missed the Bus

Caramel skin tones running away in the park-
Sweet smells from below-
Teasing the strings I can no longer pluck-
On the murder mystery train-
Escaping from Rupert’s home-
Breathing cold mists alone-
As I’m holding back the years-
I’m holding back the tears-
I’ll keep holding on…
Aligning on that melody-
Syncing on that meter-
Dreaming of that rhythm-
So fleeting-
So eternal~