Clues

Every morning was the same for me, wake up at 6:00, be ready by 7:00, eat a hashbrown and some sausage, kiss mom and dad goodbye.

And walk out the door, into the morning sunlight, or the morning rain, whatever the weather might be.

Pass by the broken stop sign, the huge oak tree, and the boy that always stands next to the bus stop with a cigarette at the corner of his mouth.

Sometimes he has coffee in his left hand, phone in the right.

Sometimes he sits there playing with his lip ring, as he waits for the bus.

No matter what he was doing he was always there, 5 days a week. No matter the weather.

I never talked to him, never acknowledged his presence. I just knew he was the boy that sat at the bus top every morning at 7:25.

So why worry when he wasn't there one morning?

Instead his presence was replaced with a note.

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