I saw you down at the bus station; bags in hand. My pickup was parked across the street. Engine off. Radio on. A Bob Seger song was playing. I can’t remember the name of it. Something about taking off. Never looking back. I guess you were doing that as well.

Did you see me? You never looked my way. I started to honk, but I figured I’d leave you alone.

I don’t know why I’m writing to you. Guess I just wanted to say goodbye. Take it easy out there. And, don’t look back.