THE RED LIGHT

Driving amid the traffic

I catch a glimpse of you.

You don’t see me.

Perhaps it is best.

You have aged.

There are lines across your brow.

Gray has peppered your hair.

You have the same nose.

Broad, cartoonish, and dominant.

Funny how some things never change.

The tie is just your style.

You always had a thing for purple.

I never figured you for a truck.

Is there a need for the extra space?

Somehow that does not fit.

We all change across the decades.

I’ll give you some grace.

I like the hula girl doll dancing on the dash.

She is a sparkle of fun despite the truck.

I notice you tap your fingers on the steering wheel.

You always did that.

I think it was a habit of boredom.

I realize I am staring.

The present has entered the past.

I don’t know what the future holds.

The light changes.

It’s green now.

Time to move on.