11:30 Friday Bus

He wanted to try and meet her

But he missed the last bus

He was there as it was going

It went around the corner shop's bend and into the roads gradual desent

Past the pharmacy and the park's red brick wall where fond memories of weekend love took first place

Now just an off-brown colour with oversized weeds embedded in the cracks

He thought it was poetic almost, like someone was trying to find meaning in the new day

"Maybe it's reflecting how I’ll grow out of something beautiful. Or maybe it's just showing me how I'm another body in a field of bodies."

The lamp posts and electric boxes humming at him and saying, "Why are you even up at this time?"

He must have turned his brain off

There was no way he was thinking straight.

Well any less straight than normal

He finally made it back

He found his way to his home

On the fifth floor of the warm and equally cold complex on the dark side of town

"Not in a million years will I ever see her again."

And as he reached inside his left trouser pocket, he came to realise the unfortunate truth

He still hadn't sown the ripped seam of his pocket

The black thread came loose one night when he still remembered her body

No longer did he own her space, nor her universe, or even her face

Life was becoming a blessing and a curse

Because he missed the 11:30 Friday bus

"And now it's over, she saw our end."

And someone he knew, a friend

He said "she's found someone new anyway.

A replacement for her old boyfriend."

"Great." He said, flatly, showing no signs of the affair

I mean who would care anyway?

I mean really think about, not one person even batted an eyelid when they sat together holding hands in the park, and long after it has gotten dark

"Hopefully he's better than her last."

He knew he wanted it all to end but not like this

Maybe not today

At least he wanted them to stay together until next month

That way he could say he had a new record

He was never good with this whole space thing, you see, it just didn't come natural to him

Like an empty playground or an aesthetically pleasing atmosphere surrounding the base of a lamppost

It just isn't a possibility, well at least not in his space

Life was becoming a blessing and a curse

Because he missed the 11:30 Friday bus