you're waiting
at the bus stop for me
like a good lamp-post you have been waiting
all year
the moment passed but you're hoping
it will come back around,
that this time the bus doors will open
and i will reach out, pull you in close
back into the bus
where we could finally
get going.

you may as well
get going.
another blue-eyed, blue-jeaned bad boy
has strolled carelessly up,
slung an arm round my shoulders.

you may as well get going.