Intersections

Snowflakes softly descend,
a white lament in the inky night,
melting as they kiss the hood’s warmth.
Wiper blades moan a lonely tune,
offkey to the muffled music within.
A smear of crimson bleeds
at the edge of vision,
a stoplight’s promise of release.
Through countless shifts I’ve sat,
a weary soul, witness to life’s
ever-changing light, reflecting
on roads not taken, paths unknown,
lost in labyrinths of choices made.
The rearview mirror shows a fading
scene, echoes of the past — does anything
truly remain untouched by time?
Lost in this desolate mental haze,
memories flicker like dying embers.
What recourse is there, then, but to grasp
the light, embrace the present,
and let the past unwind?