Green Red Green
“What are
you doing”
My passenger
said,
For I wasn’t
going
But lingered
at the red
Light just
turned green.
“I don’t
know,” I replied,
Knowing I
should go,
Unable to
confide
How very low
Was the mood
in me.
“Are you
okay?”
She asked concerned
But I turned
away
To hide how
I yearned
To cease
being me.
A car horn
beeped,
A polite
little sound,
So onward I
creeped,
Though no
peace had I found -
Green red
green red and green.
