Ahead the
light turns, and the line of cars grow.
I come to
rest behind a black
Honda Civic.
Sitting, waiting for the
light to favor my path.
An uneasy feeling comes over me.
I feel someone's eyes.
I look around, no one is staring.
But still, I could feel their eyes examining my soul.
She takes a
drag of her
cigarette and blows the
smoke out the
window.
I watch the gentle
wind slowly blow the smoke away.
Our eyes meet.
I look away quickly and return to find her eyes still locked on mine.
She takes another drag, without braking our connection, she exhales.
"Objects in mirror '
may seem' closer than they appear."
Title named after a Tupac song