mourning my mornings

 

It was with a heavy heart that I stepped onto my Monday bus. All last week, i knew this was a possibility, yet i refused to believe it would happen. But as the bus pulled up I could deny it no longer. He wasn't there. My lovely, beautiful bus driver was not at the wheel. I hadn't seen him in a week, but i tried to convince myself that perhaps he was just on holiday. But it was not so. Clearly they've changed routes, and now i am stuck with this squat man whose head looks like a buffed apple. So round and shiny!

 

Mornings are not quite as bright as they used to be, despite the earlier sunrise. Sigh.... and just as i was building up the nerve to ask him his name! Well, as they say: you snooze you lose.