A bus ride long

Not a day and not a week no not a moment that goes by that memories of a long forgotten past where paths of life just barely crossed do not entwine with longing for a moment when we can raise a pint for brotherhood and throw some darts or just hang out and stare into a future as long as it’s the same dimension and direction where we see the warmth of times ahead guided by the street lights on these roads that lead to home and it should be just a bus ride long.