Driverless Cars

Driverless Cars

Stopped at a light, a car pulls up.
No one in it, like the car in which 
Four girls I went to high school with
Were riding when the last girl 
Gave up and let her eyes close,
Which wouldn’t have been a problem 
Had she not been behind the wheel.
It was late, they were coming back
From the mall, bags of clothes
They’d bought at their feet.
They all lived, except Marcy May
Had scars from the broken glass
Like those people who were bitten
By dogs when they were children.
It takes me a moment longer than 
It takes no one to notice the light change.