it was just the bus driver in the front and me, surrounded by many empty seats.Â i had opted for the long route back into town from the airport.Â i stared out the window, at the grey sky, the snowy mountains in the background, and wind playing with the branches of the trees.Â a tear slipped down my cheek and for some reason the only thing i could think of was a certain song which had nothing to do with what i was upset about…
so you sailed away
into a grey sky morning
it’s not so bad
you’re just the best i ever had
i’m not sure why i had gotten my hopes up — chances are changing the date of my ticket would have cost too much anyways.Â so it shouldn’t have been so hard to hear from the ladies lips, “both connecting flights are all booked up.”Â and in reality, the chaning of the ticket would have beenÂ made theÂ difference of one day.Â it doesn’t change things that much.
but it does.Â to me.Â right now at least.
just give me a little while.Â then i’ll be okay.