A blur of red light

A blur of red light
Flooding the scene before me
Stuck in a sea of cars
In this idea called traffic.
Impatiently tapping the steering wheel
Music cranked up
Singing along
Although my focus is on getting home.
I poke my head out the window
Seeing the never ending lanes
Packed like sardines
One next to another.
An exasperated sigh
Glancing at the clock
Ten past eight
And in the same god-forbidden spot
That I was in five minutes earlier.
And then alas!
A slow yet undeniable
Inch by inch we start to tread
These cars around me and I.
A hope that I will reach my destination
That I will not be stuck here
Where horns honk in petty anger.
Thank you, thank you
I see my exit.

It is late at night

It is late at night
And I cannot sleep.
Your face lingers in my peripheral vision
No matter how much I try to banish you into the darkness.
Tormenting me over and over again
Taunting me and luring me into your arms
I cannot forget your face
I cannot erase your voice.
I can only simply scream and weep in frustration
Knowing that no matter how much I wish to have you here
You are not mine;
You never were and you never will be.
I simply have to watch you from afar
Despite how close you will be
Unbearable proximity
Driving me absolutely insane.