Headlights in the darkness

You come at me, just two pinpricks of light. I can't see you and I will never know who you are. In the worst of nightmares, you are the last thing I see before the crash, before it all goes dark.

You blind me. As I pass you, you switch off your brights so I don't see blotchy splotches of light for miles after, but sometimes it is too late, and for a second, I can't see where I am going. It is ironic, that with such a strong light in front of me, I am blind.

The darkness doesn't scare me, or if it does I would never admit it. My headlights lead the way, I feel safe and confident on the road. But when you come at me head-on, that is when I get scared. The road is narrow, what if I don't swerve in time?

I wonder what you think about when you see me coming. Do you feel the same way? Or am I just another anonymous companion on the road, traveling to an unknown destination? Do you give me any thought at all?

Just two headlights in the darkness is all I see when you come at me. But what is behind those headlights, or who- that I will never know.

And I hope to never find it out the hard way.