Girl on a bus

The rain has turned down to drizzle 
By now, it has to be closer to midnight
A girl sleeps on a city bus
Dreams under florescent light

I walk back to my deadbolt
My shirt starts to soak through
And I think is this what the rain’s for
to wash the oil from the streets

And is there 
nothing as lonely
as watching 
her passing by
Is there nothing 
as empty as midnight?
as rain 
dripped from a streetlight?

I wish that the streets would be silent
That someone would unboard these windows
As the bus groans over my shoulder
But I don’t look behind

And is there 
nothing as lonely
as watching 
her passing by
Is there nothing 
as empty as midnight
as shadow
dripped from a light
still knowing 
that this is goodbye
and knowing 
that this was goodbye

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