I woke a little late,
missing not one, but two passing buses.
Bus 29 finally came
I stood beneath the morning sun,
crossed the overhead bridge,
and took my place a little apart
between distance and discomfort.
A woman with a pram moved near.
I stayed still, but something in me stirred.
A glance, a weightless tension
sometimes, dislike is quiet but felt.
On the shuttle, I sat with someone familiar.
She noticed another before me
her greeting floated toward someone else,
soft but distant.
I forgot to turn on the vacuum cleaner this morning.
My mind was full already.
At the locker, a bump
a brief ache bloomed in my back.
But the day moved on.
Someone returned from leave
her arms around me just for a moment,
before her joy swirled elsewhere,
with warmth and shopping tales for others.
It’s okay.
I’m still here
moving through small aches,
watching how people come and go.
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