I looked over at my 3 am companion,
With my jaded eyes,
Dulled with sleep.
But my mind was abuzz,
Going over the last 48 hours,
Of the sudden trip.
He sat beside me too,
His white shirt stretched over
His broad shoulders -
Which fought for space,
In the seat for two.
I put my head on his shoulder,
Thinking that we should have Uber-ed,
And not waited for the bus to start.
His composed poise,
Told me to hold on tight,
Keep the faith,
Trust the night.
Impatience is my vice -
And yet his calm,
Helped ease my mind -
Negate the white noise,
And kill the chatter.
We sat side by side,
Half-awake,
Yet the silence,
Was the solace.
An hour later,
When the bus wheels began to move,
And dawn broke out,
Filling the horizon,
With a soft glow;
I looked at my companion in wonder -
Marveling at the new chapter,
Yet unopened.
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