..closing time..
the oncoming
impending
silently awaiting
traffic
stretching ahead
too far...
too long...
too wide...
..parting time..
and a time
to slip slowly
into
the
eternity
of
a ride.
sigh
i'm always
right here
watching you
from the side...
before i knew it----
rush hour
it was like
the traffic was
staring at me
all this time
and i don't know
but it is trying to say something
and i don't care
but i've always known what it is
whatever is beyond
in front of me
i really don't want
to reach it...
everything is moving
around and around
well around me
so blindingly quick
but here i am,
standing still----
..red light..
i see so many
stuck
going in circles
in circles
in circles
in circles
in repeat
in repeat
so tediously
i saw memories
in a brightly flashing light
first came smiles
then came laughter
then there were bottles
i don't even know which ones
and more and more bottles
next came giggles
and whispers
and other voices
sweet nothings
that somehow
were never really nothing
slowly turning bitter
quickly becoming swill
..yellow light..
i saw memories
in quickly fading beams
screams
yes, i saw screams
i couldn't tell if it was me
shouting in your face
or you wailing for help
then pain
i don't know how
but they were visible pains
burning pain
screeching pain
no idea how
but they were real
how you ached
then i'd ache
then you'd regret
and i'd be frustrated
et cetera
yours?
mine?
painful nonetheless...
..hazard..
i saw you
just there
so close within reach
yet so far beyond mine
just there...
staring expectantly
and either i will follow you
or leave you alone------
fade in
then fast forward
..green light..
and the traffic rolls in
like the first second
in oncoming eternity
traffic
like crawling
footsteps
tip
then
tap
then
***
then
tat
one by one
by two then and to
like falling rain
and i'm just certain
where it's all headed
down the drain
first a drizzle
then a storm
a hail
a welcome?
it's always been there
and never waiting to move...
just waiting for me.
..step..
just one
..step..
then another
..step..
and our memories
and our regrets
and our hurts
yes, every single one
all around me-----
..one way street..
the traffic stretching
all in front of me
so slowly
but all together
so instantly
it sunk in...
there was never a destination
just a long long long wait
..tire screeches..
just an abstract----challenge (traffic) by Anne Scintilla i really have no idea what this is about, make of it what you will