Trafficking Poem by Kewayne Wadley

The cars move one by one.
Jolting past one another
Without a look, or a single glare.
A Rhythm of wind insisted
Without need for breath.
Conveying deep emotion,
The litterbug throws a piece of paper out the window.
Crumbled
To be ran over, and over
Thrown up high then back down low
with no place to go.
Then it happened.
The thought occurred that this was life without you
Everything Paused.
Single file, with no place to go.
No life outside of sputtering frustration in inevitable stride.
Leakey tail pipes and busted down vehicles
The blasting of horns and irritable folk.
This was my life without you in it