Share this story
Close X
Switch to Desktop Site

On a Bus To Atlanta

Past midnight,

the miles unwind

About these ads

at a sluggish pace.

Heads sway

with each subtle

lane change.

All around,

conversations die

in mid-sentence

About these ads

leaving silence.

Then, without notice,

my teenage son

curls like a baby

and falls asleep

across my lap.

Our closeness,

lost so long ago,

gives warmth

that this stranger

still needs Dad.

Follow Stories Like This
Get the Monitor stories you care about delivered to your inbox.