oncoming cars

i shiver as i pass oncoming cars.
one by one, i shake as they file by.
with every car passes another memory,
and every time with another story.
each holding their torches to the darkness,
through rain, cold, and twilight.
though some lights shine dim and others burn bright,
every lit headlight is another opportunity,
to be lost to the night.

i shiver as i pass oncoming cars,
for one day an oncoming car will take me away.