One more car passed me by today
I am coming back, home and dry
It's a wonder, I know you pray
When it passes, you breathe a sigh
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I like this poem! It moves steadily from frusatration to hope. The cars passing the speaker in the first stanza rermind us that's the way we reach people in today's world - racing to them in fast cars. But the speaker and her (what word to use?) main person are separated, not to be reunited. Unless this world had the flexibility of a Mobius Strip which would let them coast to a renedevous, just slip into a reunion. THEN the speaker remembers the power of virtues, and affirms both HOPE and FAITH as the forces which will reunite them. I can only have faith and hope this will be true, even for characters in a poem.
A wonderful verse about a heartbreaking yearning for a love that could not be fulfilled. Why is it that thousands of chance meetings happen when one or both are not free to pursue a possibly ideal love because prior commitments have already been made? True love often comes in too late.