The Lonesome Road

An hour past the Devil’s
Gazing out of the glass window,  
I rest my eyes on a lone sedan.  
Idle, it patiently waits  
A red to green flash nigh.  
  
An extended period of time passes  
As I analyze the sky blue finish.  
The iconic three-pronged star,  
It glistens underneath the red glow.  
The windows are tinted pitch black.  
   
Who hides behind such darkness?  
A mysterious figure can barely be identified.  
Woman or man, it cannot be discerned  
Heisenberg Uncertainty crosses my mind  
As it occurs to me—Why wait for no one?  
   
A sole motorist obeys the law of the light  
As if decreed by the Gods themselves.  
Driving through would save time  
No others around to witness the crime,  
Yet here this person remains at ease.  
   
It is relatable after some consideration,  
Because I, too, refrain from rolling through.  
Watching each LED, bright with crimson red  
I ponder on why I am still alone  
Recalling past flames—diminishing rapidly from thought.  
   
I return from a deep meditation,  
Still gazing, mouth agape from my hidden spot  
The light changes green—the driver slowly accelerates  
Continuing alone along their path  
As I continue alone along my path.