The Bus Station

You're looking at me from a bench, waiting for the bus to somewhere else.

I don't know how much time passes. 

Memories flash through my head, begging to be seen. 

He's in an overgrown lawn. 

Throwing his head back in laughter.

He's talking, 

moving his hands violently through the air to make his point. 

He's lying beside me. 

Brushing my hair to the side.

He moves lower.

Talking to the unborn child within me. 

He's crying, sobbing on his knees.

Days, weeks, a zombie. 

He can't function anymore

I close my eyes and put a hand to my stomach.

I see your head turn away and i risk a glance. 

Our future flashes so fast when I look at you.

Our future, before we lost Emily.

Before you lost yourself.

The buses have arrived.

We both stand.

Not looking at each other.

You go left and I go right. 

And that's the wretched end of this night.