traffic in the night

its not painful exactly, listening

to the traffic as it whistles by

on its way to somewhere else

as i sit here, somewhere else from you

no sirens

just the slow, unstoppable hum

of things that were never meant to be

wooshing in and out

of life without pause.

and yet gradually this gentle goodbye

to things never done or said

to lives never lived

becomes the saddest thing

because how could it possibly be right

that we will never be

how could this not be the most important thing

surely the cars must slow for this

surely time will stop and you too.

and i am so convinced

that i go out in the middle of traffic

and the cars go through me like

everything is ordinary

and i am left standing

in this paradox

by the side of the road

somewhere on the way

from point a to point b, in between.

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One thought on “traffic in the night

  1. Eric says:

    “how could it possibly be right

    that we will never be” (yes…indeed)

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