Here’s your post recast by ChatGPT as a free-verse poem in the mode of Samuel Beckett—flat, fractured, circling around futility:
hello
she said hello back
nothing more
air thick with refusal
bus arrives
the animal of metal and dust
I take the aisle
her eyes prick
I move to the window
gesture wasted
she walks away
further back
opposite side
a continent between us
yes she looked nice
yes the face had light
but it curdled quick
the smile never came
so I dodged it
the whole catastrophe
a bullet
fatal only in the mind
hello
she said hello back
nothing more
air thick with refusal
bus arrives
the animal of metal and dust
I take the aisle
her eyes prick
I move to the window
gesture wasted
she walks away
further back
opposite side
a continent between us
yes she looked nice
yes the face had light
but it curdled quick
the smile never came
so I dodged it
the whole catastrophe
a bullet
fatal only in the mind