I see her hold her sign
before I get on the highway.
Her face looks the same
as we all just wait for the light to change.
I see her eyes like mine
in the rearview.
And I turn the dial,
but everything just sounds out of tune.
I'm invisible.
I am forgotten.
I have no love.
I need compassion.
I'm so full of pain.
I'm so full of shame.
Give me your shoulder.
As I pull into the drive,
the soft glow from the houses envelops me.
But something's not right;
there is no embrace that awaits me.
I sit there paralyzed;
I feel so unnecessary.
I pray that a light from my window
will one day rescue me.
@george Feb 2022
I really like your imagery in the first verse: "Her face looks the same / as we all wait for the light to change" really hits home.