So, I was mowing through gobs of random poems and came across one in particular that had an interesting yet unusual source of inspiration. In my younger days, (*face palm*) man I feel old now that I said younger days. Any ways, when I was in middle school, I had to take public transportation to and from school. On the way home the bus driver would always yell out “next stop.” This would help to ensure that the kids on the bus would pay attention to the stops so they would not miss theirs.

                With that said I was in the process of ending, for the second time with the same girl, a relationship which lasted for about five years. The relationship was over all not bad, just in the end we were just two different people on two very different paths. In this particular relationship, I wrote a poem at ever major milestone while we were together. I really cared for her and wanted to express myself in a way that I felt was from the heart. Thinking of the time we shared and the fact we were parting, the words next stop ranged boldly in my mind and gave me the spark I needed to express myself.

                Reading over the poem gives me a bit of a warm feeling as I connect with an emotional point in my life that left a lasting impression. While I do realize that it is not some prize-winning poem, at its core it was something that was very special to me and that is all that matters.

Last Stop

Next stop, a whisper is all I hear,

Next stop, our journey’s end together is almost near.

Next stop, who would have known,

Next stop, we both have grown.

Next stop, before we part,

Next stop, I embrace you before we part.

Next stop, the sound becomes louder and clearer,

Next stop, I wish you well, and much success even though I won’t be there.

Next stop, I know you will do wonderful things,

Next stop, I hope you achieve many of your dreams.

Next stop, I apologies for the unhappiness I may have caused,

Next stop, many thanks for the joys you have provided I think and pause.

Next stop, I wish there was more time,

Next stop, there are not enough words I can use to express from my mind.

Next stop, again is all I hear,

Next stop, I am able to continue on knowing that you will be ok with no fear.

Next stop, your destination has been called,

Next stop, I’ll walk you to the edge, and smile as you get off

Next stop, I’ll watch you walk away,

Next stop, don’t you worry any I’ll be okay.

Next stop, is not what I would want my thoughts and last words of you I hear,

Next stop, so I’ll take all the memories I have of us, you, and hold them dear.