Alone in the Universe

May 6, 2018
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Sometimes, when I’m driving alone at night

on dark and lonely roads,

I like to pretend that I’m the only person in the world.


Sometimes I come up with a reason why,

other times, I just go with the feeling the idea brings.


I’m alone –

the last sheath of humanity,

guarding the world against self-implosion,

moving in a tin can.


I’m special –

the last scabbard of humanity,

unbound and prepared for attack,

propelling forward in a tin can.


Then another car comes along.


I’m not alone –

there’s another person beside me

moving in another tin can.


I am not the last vestibule of my species.

You’d think a weight would be lifted from my shoulders,

but as the headlights of the other car blind me,

my heart deflates at the thought of having to share

The Spotlight.

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