sad humor

and I wish I could meet you there
someday when we're older
some place far away from here

some place permanent
some place where things don't change


return
We are the drivers of cars in the street,
each with different homes and destinations.
Sometimes we find ourselves at the same stoplight
and the person in the next car over signals
“Hey, your lights aren’t on!”
You flip on your headlights and wave thank you,
but the light has changed and they are gone.