On The Bus Ride Home

They sat in silence at the bus stop The moments exchanged one for another brief looks at the ground. Neither of the two looked in each others direction Him nor her. Peopled walked by smugly faces passed in a blur in a hurry here or there Feet scuffed a rock or two in transition He stared at the side of her head she pretended not to see Looking ahead Still no sign of the bus Maybe a cab would have been quicker Perhaps a ride from a friend He looked off Waiting patiently Sighing in a stretch he hit her with his arm She jerked away Tugging her purse Another person walked by and couldn't help but ask "How long have ya'll been married?"