Here I am in the biting cold.
My digits numb, joints feel old.
Waitin' for a goddamn bus,
Not for want, but cuz I must.
At this point I'd rather freeze,
Anything to stop the breeze.
But then there's headlights! There they are!
Aw fuck. It's a passing car.
Let this be my last goodbye,
This bus stop is where I die.

Written: Mon Jan 08 2018