Misses

I missed my ride so I had to take a two hour detour and sit through traffic at a standstill. I missed my ride so I sat one of five looking out at a day’s dark watching others walk by. I missed my ride so I walked along almost by memory; starlight was not bright enough for the journey. I missed my ride so I couldn’t stay awake. I couldn’t be tempted by a narrated or filmed story. I missed my ride so I had four hours to think of some of the ways things could be different. I missed my ride and saw people I had not seen in years in the world beyond the pane. I missed my ride. I didn’t miss the sights.

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