getting off at the last stop

we get to the last stop

and get off.

the bus is empty except for us

and the driver.

he tips his hat as we

depart

and says

have a goodnight.

the door squeezes shut,

as we step out

into the rain.

hand and hand we go

to the corner, we kiss

goodbye

and go our separate ways.

not all things work out

the way

we hoped they would,

the way the began.