The last bus journey

I got on and waited. Waited. Waited. I kept waiting. I felt like nothing was moving forward but I’m just impatient. I’ve always been. When it all blows up in my face I’ll never be able to take it.
There’s a clarity in knowing you don’t know how shocking events happen or when things begin to obliterate. Knowing it wasn’t your fault has its perks but alas it does not remove the damage that has been done.
He was on the other side of town and it irked me that he just kept calling. Again. Again. Again. Eventually I picked up. The conversation was long. Dragged. Boring. But there it was.
Sparks. Sparks. Sparks.
I saw the light. The rest was a blur. I got carried away.