Thursday, July 18, 2013

Red Light

Red Light
I sat at the red light,
Waiting for the rest of my morning to come,
I gazed in my rear view mirror at the beauty in the car behind me,
It sat stoically,
Like a piece of the vehicle,
Its pale blonde hair framing a thin face,
Straight lips lie unmoving underneath a perfectly shaped nose which supported a huge pair of expensive sunglasses,
I find myself wondering what its eyes are like,
Suddenly it moves,
The statue comes to life,
The glasses come off,
Her eyes shine,
Smiling like a child who has just been handed ice cream as she looks at her cell phone,
Rushing it to her ear, her mouth opens in greeting to the keeper of her heart,
Once again her face transforms,
The ice cream cone dropped,
The heart torn asunder,
 Her face twists in pain,
I can see the gleam of tears streaming as she places the phone down,
Once again the woman disappears as the glasses are returned to their perch,
As I speed away all that I see in my rear view mirror is the ornament within a car, coasting along in to the morning.