I hate this red light
I said to myself the nth time
I hate how it takes those 3 minutes away from me
I will end up waiting I know, but
I get to run into his arms when he comes down
Damn this light
Finally.
Why did I have to take this route?
Looking dead straight I think to myself
Muscle memory?
How a place that once made me go breathless
Now makes it hard for me to breath.
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