The road hissed under balding black punched staccato rhythms up your back Wind whining through the window crack but you knew: You knew where you were Felt the dark spaces between Here and there
You didn't see the car that swerved in and out of traffic as if threading The eyes of unseen needles. But you knew all about needles
The car pitched upward slowly gaining like a rollercoaster just before the drop fighting inertia, trying to build momentum You knew you'd never use, like your body
You didn't see the man outside the waiting room sitting silent, motionless Studying the ceiling with an anguished look A prayer of supplication written on his still lips
The air was still as we suddenly felt heavy Lifted through a concrete column in a metal box you felt the ding as much as heard it The doors slid open, then cool air and a new smell Somehow more metallic than the elevator
You didn't see me close my eyes the whole way up Didn't see the expressions I could not hide from me Or shift my hands in my pockets, uselessly Or my face when they told you two months, maybe three My voice you knew all too well when A month ago I sang in G, but all I could say now was in a minor key, we both tired of being weary
The corridor was bright, obscenely lit in false light not unlike the perfume of the week old roses passed and in a moment they were threading needles in you a perfect traffic jam of hopes choked and left to die on the blacktop
You didn't see the church where we held the service Or your sister and mother who, though she could barely stand Stood by you one last time. And I could not think of anything to say. Had you been there you would have teased "But you were always so good with words" And all I could muster? "I wish you'd stay"