She sat where I told her
And for that I was grateful
Granted it was her decision

I thought for a moment :
And then I began again
It seemed unbelievable

For a moment I could only hope
She would stay for good this time
All the cliques rebounding within a mind

I wonder if she'd ever rode the 40x
to Independence. An uncrowded excursion
in every way

I adrift in her every everlasting motion
A sway from to and fro...
Bus rides a seemingly unconscious time
Momentum the only thing on my side

Safe in that knowledge
I risk not a sound
Once again alone
In a wanderlust