For a few sweet months, I rode your bus. Tuesdays and Wednesdays, 9:28. The sight of your sly smile when I climbed aboard and you asked me how my day was; your attempted restraint in our brief chats; the lingering glow that carried me through the rest of the week until I saw you again... these were the highlight of my year.
Outside of those precious 20 minutes, each week, you have a life and a family and all the world's responsibilities. I wrote you a note - a forlorn goodbye - and watched the calendar tick down after you told me you were moving to Texas on October 4th. I couldn't bring myself to give it to you.
When I got off the bus on that last day, I knew I'd never see you again. My heart weighs heavy without you.