I cried in an Uber once.
It seems silly thinking about it now. 
To be honest it was years ago.
I probably wouldn’t do the same anymore 
Or so I’d like to think.
Why didn’t I just walk home?
It would have taken about an hour,
roaming the streets of Bristol
In the dark didn’t usually scare me.
Why the quick journey home?
Subconciously my mind was looking out
for me I suppose,
street lights and emotional instability
aren’t often the best of combinations, 
unlike a glass of lemonade on a 
hot summer’s day.
Maybe a glass of lemonade would have 
solved all my problems?
They do say ‘when life gives you lemons …’
Nonetheless I ended up in a strangers car,
One I pair for funnily enough.
He noticed I was leaking water from my eyes,
‘Everything okay?’ he asked softly.
‘Not exactly’ I replied.
‘Don’t worry, everything will be alright’
A slight chuckle finishing off his sentence.
I always remembered this moment,
Almost three years later.
That is the most vivid memory of that night.
It is almost as if he’d seen this 
exact thing before,
whether or not he,
the uber driver
had lived this feeling out himself
or that he had been through 
the same experience with this previous 
customer.
Or perhaps he only picked up those 
who needed consoling?
I wouldn’t have been surprised,
not only was his driving smooth
but so was his demeanor.
I remember getting out the car,
feeling cured,
less leaky from the eyes 
and more present in the moment.
The confined space of the car 
forced our two opposing
energies to balance out.
		I can’t remember his name,
I wish I could.
Whoever you are I’d like to thank you.
To tell you that what you said was true,
Everything will be alright.
So the next time,
(if there is a next time),
I’m crying in an uber,
I will say those very words
to my future self.
A self that once again has forgotten
how	alright everything is.

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