You may not realize it
but you changed my life.
I was walking down the street
trying to make it home.
But then you stopped
and picked me up.
Your bus' florescent lights have that familiar feel.
Choosing a seat is often as fickle as picking the right apple,
so I tend to just stand up.
But when I first get on board
I nod and say hello
I don't know if you realize that I am glad you found me tonight.
When it is my turn to get off
I walk out the back door.
I waved but I am not sure if you saw me.
Though I never got your name
and you never got mine
we both hold a piece of each other forever
because of that one ride.
And I know when the same time tomorrow comes
I will forever be in debt
to another bus driver just like you.

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