Faces in speeding cars

I look at the faces in the speeding cars,

and wonder if I will ever get to know them,

if they will ever find me familiar,

and recognize me in a crowd,

if they will ever have a nickname for me,

if I will ever drink with them,

if i will ever know their husbands, their wives, their gay lovers,

if we will ever have a child together,

if we will ever fight,

if they will ever be a part of my life.

then I remember that I am

drinking in my car,

and eyeing other drunks,

wondering if they are as lonely as I am.



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