79th St Crosstown

     I looked out the window and the bus shelter was empty without his lone shoulders there blue-coated with the small red label and his eyes the way they looked quickly as we passed and I can’t really remember if we said “goodbye” to our friends getting on to cross over because I was looking right back and for a second I think we realized we were supposed to know each other somehow or maybe we just looked like someone else to the other passing by. . . anyway he leaned and I walked and hours later nobody was waiting.