What’s the Point

My wife gave birth the other day,

Bringing my son into the world just this last week.

Holding my baby boy, I watch my wife call her friends,

Joyfully shouting inaudible shrieks.

I go out for a drive to get some food

And to get some fresh air.

I don't drive. I don't listen to music. I don't touch the keys.

I sit. Alone. In silence. With a blank stare.

Then an epiphany hits me,

like a car driving into a wall.

Casting my gaze to my phone. I scroll through my contacts.

Realizing that I have no one to call.

Friendships that long since ended,

If they were ever my friends.

A family that pretends that I don't exist

With zero plans to make amends.

Turning the ignition, I drive off into the night.

Speeding 20 above the limit.

No where to go, but I'm going there fast.

Thinking. What's the point of this whole gimmick.