Riding the bus

on a cold wet Monday morning

she sat by the window on the bus

a wistful look on her face

watching people walk by

mostly rushing to work

none of them smiling

all battling through crowds

the bus lurched in the heavy traffic

she thought back to her childhood days

walking to school down this very same street

she thought about her working days

taking this bus to the office 

every day for forty five years

the bus lurched more 

she closed her eyes

drifted off to sleep

when she woke the sun was shining

her husband was sitting next to her

he winked at her and smiled

she smiled and squeezed his hand

resting her head on his shoulder

she drifted off to sleep again

the bus lurched more and stopped

she was alone on the bus

it was still raining

she got off at the cemetery 

walked to a gravestone

she talked to her long departed husband

hoping he would join her again

on the long bus ride home