what i saw from the top deck

I don’t usually sit on the top deck of the bus. I’m more of a lower deck, down-on-the-ground sort of person. Bus-wise, at least.

I don’t know why I changed my mind today. It was almost mechanical, my legs moving by themselves, one step, two steps, and now here I am. Way higher than usual.

I can see everything from the top deck: UFOs, messy gardens. And I can see you, too. Walking away. Then waving. I didn’t see you turn around, though. I didn’t see you see me. But I knew you would, somehow.