Sitting in the passenger side seat of your car again,
I could tell that we were different.
The silence felt comforting.
I found sanctuary in small talk.
Realizing that there are things that I can’t say any more.
Things I don’t even think I want to say anymore.
I’m beginning to see that maybe we weren’t as stable as I once thought.
Once hoped.
You switched the radio station so often that I could see your nerves bounce off your fingertips.
Dropping me off out front.
Watching me walk down the sidewalk to enter through the back.
Shouting out “I could have dropped you off there”
Or something along those lines.
Smiling back,
I hope don’t see the tears escaping my eyes.
Knowing you don’t look that closely anyway.
We’ve changed.