We’re sitting next to each other at a bus stop
that has been long neglected,
waiting for our ride home.
You didn’t eat before you left,
so you are quiet and prone to biting.
But we’ve been out long enough
for me to grow listless,
so I take your nips,
and consign you to my wordlessness.
We are miserable here, and I think, spitefully,
It would be better to be alone.
I turn to you wondering if I’ve worn you down
with my inability to leave well alone.
Then, you start telling me a story;
it is about your home.
Smiling, and looking ahead again,
the road in front of us is clear;
still we sit next to each other at a bus stop.
Recommendation: Alone Together by Fall Out Boy