Cars Driving By Poem by Rita Shay

Driving to work in the morning, I find myself looking from car to car,
Into the window, through the clear screen and seeing past the space between us,
I see a person, a world sitting right there.
And we pull up to a light, and just like hundreds of lives, so close but so separated,
Temporarily one, as a mound of traffic and then pulled apart as they always are.
I see them, this man or woman, and they have all sorts of looks on their faces,
And I wish I could open the door, and sit in the seat beside them, and not let this life pass me by.
I dream of rolling down the window and calling, “ who are you there”
And they reply back, and then I will have dipped myself into their world
And that will be that.
But I never do, so I drive the same way every morning and afternoon, seeing all the faces zooming by,
Lives I will never know.
Was I supposed to know one of them?