Busy switching lanes, the cars they chop and change,

except for one curious driver who seems to stay the same.

 

And over the miles our bond is built,

either through familiarity or some form of guilt. 

 

But as I wonder my head starts to tilt;

could this relationship last forever, without some wobble or wilt?

 

With neither of us knowing when or where the other one is going,

the road comes to a stop - and indicators start glowing.

 

You signal your intention, and so I signal mine.

Could this be a love story, symbolic of our time?

 

I'm overcome with feeling, as I bask in your amber shine.

Could it be our destiny, as stars and cars align?

 

Our signals blink a harmony that sings into my ears.

But as we click our rhythms slip, in moments that flash like years.

 

From where I’m sat it's you who changed. Your tick is now my tock.

But you might say it’s all my fault, the trailing sheep who lost his flock.

 

But now I see it all so clear, we've signalled a different direction.

I guess we move to pastures new, and depart this heated intersection.

 

So you go your way and I’ll go mine,

and don't you worry - I’ll be just fine. 

 

I just need space and you need time,

and... oh look! Another car's signalling the same direction as mine....