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.
