Red Light. Green Light.

I slowed to a stop.
Red light.
My eyes drifted
and caught his.

Sad.
Ashamed.

Lines of desperation carved
into his face.
Worn down
by the kindness of strangers.

He held up a sign.
Too verbose for most to read.
his eyes said all,
"Please help."
"I was once proud."
I pulled my gaze from his.
Willing the light to change.
Green Light.
I zipped away.

sad.
ashamed.