3.31.06

it's dark outside as
moments; miles pass
the drumming of my fingers
on the dashboard; the armrest,
the soft taptaptap
that fills in the silence where i don't speak.

songs that whisper and slither
through the speakers and out into the air, i hear
a word here and there
that comes out clear
as it passes over your clumsy tongue,
and i say,
slow down.
what are you running away from?

outside,
worlds rush by in solid yellow lines,
in blocks of concrete that block our way
from turning back.
and you know that i am so tired
of everything here, and i would like
to close my eyes awhile,
and feel your smile swallow up the darkness.