Grinding at the road, the bus jittered and swayed
Moving our bodies along with its erratic rhythm
I closed my eyes letting the dissonance overtake me

So when are we getting that studio apartment in the city
Where I’ll write the lyrics and you’ll sing the songs?

Never showed up at Broad Street, it wasn’t like you.
Save me a seat, you said, we’ll go house hunting together

My backpack, laid onto my jacket, both waited
For you to arrive, saving the vacant seat next to me

It was finally when your sister called, hysteria in every word
That I knew your absence would never be filled

But the bus still rattled, and thumped through traffic
Changing direction with potholes and pebbles
As I sat, spinning between silence and chaos