On a traffic light, green is always on the bottom. Even when it was just her and red.
And she was okay with it then, as long as red was happy, because she’s a nice color.
Then yellow came along. Like a wedge.
Of all colors to come between her and red it had to be the exact same color as the entire traffic light.
Green, even further from the top now, lies waiting, patiently, for her chance. Not to be on top. She’s given up on that.
All around her is yellow. She just wants to be with red.