Bus Four

I look around at my surroundings.
Walking through campus,
Snow is falling.
And the trees are swaying.
I get to my first destination.
Sitting there on that cold,
Old bench,
I am waiting for warmth and shelter.
As my second destination approaches,
I see a struggling old man to my right,
Now sitting with me on the bench.
Traveling with this man,
We're headed toward destination number three.
Awkward silence is broken,
When the man says, "Hello."
I respond with the same remark.
Finally at the last stop,
I begin to walk off bus four.
Before entering the cold winter air,
I look back at the man.
He says,
Goodbye...