Stop Light

 

Ahead of her rising of fog 

The stop light changes to red, 

Her car does not stop. 

She needed more time 

To collect herself before 

She drove off with tears. 

Her car did not stop. 

I saw a truck hit the side 

Where she was driving. 

Through a thick fog 

I heard the ambulance come. 

I knew she was hurt. 

I arrived in tears 

To her hospital bedside 

She needed more time. 

I had no flowers 

Thoughtless, just like me 

In my rising of fog. 

Though I’d made her sad 

She was glad that I had come 

But that I’d missed her stop light.