Don't get angry with me
If I made fun of you
While you were crying in fear
Or if I mocked you
As you were laughing in forgetfulness
All I wanted was to take a little care of me
Because you would get off first
Leaving me alone for a long time
Collecting fare, opening and closing the door,
Reassuring the passengers who got off,
Patting the empty seats,
Whispering to windows that winked and shivered
And giving advice to the driver
Who is thinking how to warn you
Before the coming police patrol.
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