Seats half-worn with quiet grace
Strangers shared unguarded space
Neon flickered down the aisle
Silence held them for a while
Headlights brushed the rain-wet curb
World felt tender undisturbed
No one asked for polished words
Heavy hearts felt gently heard
Drivers hummed a midnight tune
Windows framed a softened moon
Every mile dissolved the sting
Broken souls began to sing
Buses cradle weary souls
Carry burdens stitch the holes
Travel slow through human ache—
Night rides help the spirit wake