"You Will Live to Rue this Day"

It's dark and it's dreary
on a Saturday night.
She sits in a car
on an alley that no one
remembers anymore.
She's parked at a stoplight,
drumming her fingers along the wheel.
The light doesn't change,
even though she
expects it to.

She should know better;
it's always been like this.
The same exact thing
day in and day out.
Red on red on red
on red.
Years have passed
but still she waits
on red.

The mist glances upon the
windshield
and her view is clouded.
The wipers flick on,
wipe the wet away.
No one can see
that the car stands alone.
In front of the light on the street
she sits.

Hours pass, then days, then months
that slowly turn to years.
The metal rusts, the mist continues
and the light
doesn't change.

Does she not know
that she could alter it all,
if only she got out
and went by foot?

~*~

© Ashton R. 2006 and beyond