My Bus Stop Friend Poem by Joshua Bantum

A temporary conversation that has
No expectation,
We talk, laugh
I’ve even cried,
Waiting for the bus,
To take us to point B
Our lives paused,
We rushed to make it on time,
But were with the bench warmers,
Late to our grave engagements
Together.

Smiles that we’ll always remember
An acquaintance that will endlessly be an open equation,
One with a future that that will
Stay open ended,

And
Either way,
I’m glad to have my temporary friend.