A rainy,stormy night
The dark, thunderous groan of the clouds
And the soothing petrichor, and the mad swinging of branches.
I was sitting at the bus stop, a lone stranger to the bench.

I saw some entities pass by, without stopping to look at the drenched soul
And I took out the letter from my pocket,

"To my dear Naomi,
I haven't been able to say a goodbye to you before leaving. It was too late, I had to leave for Canada, my hubby is really sick...
From your bosom friend,
Natasha."

And thus the line was drawn, between two souls
Now separated by miles, and the duties of living a dutiful life.

Tears were banished long back
It just felt as if a boulder dashed over my heart
That she left before wishing me a Merry Christmas.
But like the Fool, I sat there
Hoping to manifest something great like the Magician
Trying to forget the pain, but I held on to the pang of separation, like the reversed Three of Swords.
I kept waiting for her, hoping she would return, but felt it was vain, and embraced the rationality of the Queen of Swords.

But as soon as my umbrella blossomed, and my shoes splashed the muddy water,
I saw a hazy vision, through my wet specs,
I saw that she was there, with a gift in her hand, running towards me.
"Merry Christmas, dear friend. Sorry for the prank,"and she gave me that grin I adored.

I was unable to fight back the tears and anger, but expressed the childish love of The Star and The Lovers.
Our fifty years of friendship, growing old together,
Two old, wrinkled buddies, thus left the bus stop together!

Had to write something with a bus stop. Don't know how I came up with this!😆