Jeffrey

I stood in line one night
Waiting for the bus home from Seattle
The northwestern rain poured on us
Her and I, Me and her

I asked her: “Whatever happened to old Jeffrey?”
She stood puzzled, transfixed in confusion
“Jeffrey’s gone. We all know where he went.”
She tilted her head and looked up at the wet sky
The raindrops fell in her eyes, mouth, and nose
She closed her eyes and sighed
I looked around and smiled
The world spun, the people spun
We were all spun, Jeffrey was spun
Spun too fast, with the needle scratching out our destinies

The bus drove up with its exhaust seeping into our lungs
The rain still poured
I paused before getting on and looked back at her
She was still looking up