A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Bus Stop

I thought he wasn’t breathing.
I cursed myself for checking out of science class,
like I knew it all,
and for panicking on the phone,
as the kind but clearly frustrated paramedic tried to teach me how to see life.
A whole town walked by.
Different faces,
same “not my problem” look in their eyes.

I was locked in an hour,
that was only fifteen minutes,
waiting for flashing blue,
to tell me he was okay,
I did the right thing.
Everyone else was a bastard,
but,
I was great.
I was really, really great.

But,
I was just a girl,
judging others for shrugging,
for walking by,
like I couldn’t be that whole town,
walking by,
on any other day.
Judging the rest of the world,
like I knew it all.
I just made a phone call.
I just made a phone call.
He survived,
by the way.

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