Night Bus

I get the Night Bus
After work on the late shift.
I don't really mind, it gives me a chance to be alone for a while
In the midst of always being alone.
I don't even think about it anymore
When it gets to ten o'clock.
Just pack up my bag, say goodbye and go to get the bus.
It wasn't always like that. I used to get a lift
And pay the fare.
It was nice.
But that stopped ' we stopped
And now I get the bus.
We've never talked about it
It was just something we left unspoken.
Like everything else.
You drive. I get the bus.
Deep down a part of me is sad about it
But most of me is fine.
When you come in bright and bubbly I'm fine
When you come in angry I'm fine.
Because we don't really talk about anything anymore
We just scratch surfaces
So we don't disturb what lies buried.
We get on and say we're friends
But we aren't really. Not anymore.
We share the same space and pretend to ourselves and
Hold empty conversations but nothing meaningful.
You can't go back to being friends ' it's too weird.
And every now and then I see you
Being professional and efficient
And I suddenly remember. Have flashbacks to being in bed.
And then I'm sad.
But most of the time it 's just something that happened
To someone else.
And you are just a pleasant memory of what could have been.
I get the Night Bus after work. And it's never been any different.