opossum alone
Late dark nightNo stars in sight
Speeding along . . .
Something in sight
Blindly starring
At the headlights
Sitting very still
Opossum alone
Near fresh road kill
A loved one . . . guaranteed
Alone so lost and hopeless
My heart ached
Thank God I missed
So painful that another did not . . .
I could not help but cry then
and when I think
of the opossum alone
I do stll
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