Two Travelers

The sun beat down that August day A woman walked down a road twisted and long Filled with dust that was choking her with every breath Yet she smiled It was clear from her pack and clothes That she had no place that she could claim as her own As a lone pickup truck crawled to a halt beside her in that deserted place "Need a ride?" Mile after mile the two women went Neither quite caring where they were right then Just enjoying pleasant human company for the first time in ages Loneliness was hard Discussing issues with a stranger – how odd! "Whether I'm insane or smart, people are never sure" "Don't worry, I've crossed that line many a time before, it doesn't exist anymore" Somehow it worked The later it got, the more personal too "At least you have a family you love and love's you" "You'll make your own, maybe not by marriage or blood, but out of friends" And they pondered It was quite dark, no longer day "Could you please pull over for a sec?" And with that, the woman was gone, disappeared "I – But – Wait!"