You asked me to pull over so you could get out of the car; I hesitated but you persisted. I pulled over and looked at you, tears filling my eyes. You shook your head 'no,' because we both knew that I was wrong. There was nothing left for me to do but unlock the doors and let you take the dangerous trek down the side of the highway with your thumb out, in hopes that someone new would care enough to pick you up; to be so daring as to take a chance on you.
It might be a while before someone takes that risk and you might get cold on those nights that you could have been warmed by the heat of my car but you knew this---you knew this long before I pulled over.
But I can see you in my rearview mirror, getting into another car...
