Roadside Assistance

Green
The past still remains
Where it always has been,
But nothing is left.

Yellow
The wind has left a trail through time,
Through sand and downed power lines.
Something was here once.
Someone was here once.
What it felt back then was not love,
But something pure all the same.
Is the mirage that shimmers across the sand a memory?
Or is the memory a mirage?
Through heat and wind it stood unliving,
A beacon to guide the way.

Red
Another wanderer crosses the night,
Tentative reaching for the asphalt path.
Something stirs in its mind.
A purpose without the memory
But the instinct to guide.  
Quietly glowing, yellow...
Blink, blink, blink...
Remember. Red.
The road is bathed in red.