once she refused to press the button

and so she stood by my side, waiting.

perhaps she did not know her mistake

but i did not know how to tell her

all she could ever want right there

sat on the far side past the traffic

only my own kill switch in arms reach

ready to finally give her tranquility.

perhaps my purpose isnt to help?

her name was so easy to scream

from the bottom of her boot taps

rhythmic, patient on the concrete

i always allowed people to cross

whenever they'd cared enough

to stop by me for one moment

but it must have been the way

she stood in such confidence

especially in embarrassment

that silenced every dilemma

hastily like i prayed for

so when she would glance

even just for a second

consider the button

that was the sign

to dedicate my

whole existence

all my time to

her attention

until finally

it was me

stood by

her side

waiting.

she may never even

press that button.

but for her,

i have turned green anyway.

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january 2026