On The Freeway — A Poem

I smiled at my reflection

In the side mirror

Of our car.

The girl in the mirror

Did not return the smile

She seemed lost

With lips,

Reluctant to curve

upwards.

I glanced away looking

At others in their cars

Some passing by,

Others we left behind

Each one forlorn

And lost

Eyes on the road

Hands on the wheel

Empty cars

On black roads

Under grey skies.

There were no honks

Or angry waving fists

No cows, pedestrians

There was no noise

Except the hum of rubber wheels

On tar

Rotating endlessly.

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