Unknown Rider
The girl gets on the bus long
before anyone else.
Her seat, in front,
away from the crowds.
No headphones or cell phone
to keep her distracted.
So she sits there, quietly,
watching them get on.
They smile and laugh and
push each other,
knowing exactly
which seat is theirs.
They move down the aisle
in an instant
never looking down
to see the strange girl
sitting in the first seat.
She waits for someone to say
hi.
They never do.
Her own shyness forbids
she be the one to say it.
She listens as they make
more and more noise,
laughing, talking, yelling,
fighting, kissing, singing.
One by one, they get off, and the bus is hers.
She is alone in the silence.
Relieved.
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