Smiling at Nothing

A shadow halts in the smear of rain, Eyes hidden beneath brimmed regret. Fingers trace frostbitten glass, Writing names no one remembers.

The road hums beneath dead tires, A hymn of empty fields and colder tomorrows. Inside, the silence crackles, Static between strangers pretending to trust.

What do they want? What do you fear? When the hitchhiker smiles, The mirror fogs.

And the journey keeps going— One breath closer to nowhere.