Mirage

My car approached
the same demanded stop
This time different, though
Suddenly, she was there
in a vision or thought
Directly to my left
on the streetcorner
She was very cold
Alone, weary, vulnerable
I couldn't stand for it
"Can I lend a ride?"
She might remember me
for that small gesture
When no one else offered
I looked over for her
Took it for a mirage
Then, I turned left
Drove on home