Human Highway by Kevin Dooley
It seems every time I’m feeling like hell, I see you.
Sometimes at the store or in the other lane on the highway.
Strangely, I always feel better afterward.
I’m not sure I could explain why.
I don’t expect to make a connection.
We haven’t even spoken in years, only silent acknowledgement.
If that.
I do wonder, though, how often our paths have crossed.
Even if we didn’t realize it at those times.
Maybe at a birthday party or an after-school event.
So why do I write this now? I have been reminded of a lot of things recently.
I guess I have to laugh at myself for the way I’ve acted.
Others tend to think I am a ‘nice guy’ even when my first instinct
is to push them away.
Why do I write this here?
I have always had trouble expressing what is on my mind.
I don’t think you would have the time to wait as I search for the right words.
Maybe this is a test to see how close our paths come.
Well, the next time the universe has kicked me while I’m down, I’ll look for you.
I’ll be the one with the confused expression, not knowing if I should say something or simply let our worlds pass by once more.
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