We pass by so many people we will never see again. All of them have lives, families and dreams. And yet we will never know them. They are less than strangers. They are ghosts, passing us by in the night.
We met one early summer’s morn
The radiant sun had yet to be born
I was traveling across the country wide
Simply put, to get to the other side
No job nor family nor lover true
Just me and the open road’s sweet view
I was all alone till your lights found me
Racing in the darkness I’ve never felt so free
Side by side we drove for miles
Surely we both bore matching smiles
I know not your face, your love, your laugh
The things I know of you are not even half
Do you dream of writing a song or rhyme?
Are you sitting in an office for all your time?
Do you have a partner to whom you are racing home?
Are you wild and free and love to roam?
I know not this nor that nor the other
I don’t even know if you still have your mother
You are simply a companion silent
Are you a calm man or rather violent?
We two beings of slight accord
You in a Prius, me in a Ford
But now a green sign in the night appears
And to our tangential relationship I say cheers
I flick my indicator and prepare to leave
Knowing that I must undo fate’s tight weave
Will you miss me I wonder, as you speed on by
You don’t even know my name, nor have you caught my eye
But I thank you nonetheless, my spiritual kin
And know that I will miss you, my temporary twin…
Thank you for listening.