I don't know where he is taking me
He wont talk
He is just staring straight ahead at the nearly empty road and sitting there stony faced
I reached for his hand, but it feels cold and wet
I want to make conversation but now clearly isn't the time
So I stare out the window
lost in my own thoughts

Today was really tough
We are busy with the rest of the world and have no time for each other
frustrated about other peoples problems and now not acknowledging our own
Chasing money and but forgetting about his needs
He makes a sharp turn
My thoughts bounce around in my head
He clears his throat like he wants to say something, but doesn't
Will be finally propose?
Did he get that grant he really needed?
Will the painting be finished by this week?
No way to know

He speeds up
I can feel my anxiety level risings
He knows that I hate it when he drives like a maniac
Oh he's upset and its bad news
Did someone pass
Did he get married?
Is there something wrong with the renovations?
No way to know
he drives
I can finally breath for a few minutes
until we pass a bump

Its raining now
that doesn't bother him tonight
normally he complains
I think its romantic
This must be really bad
He finally stops
unbuckles his seat belt
"We need to talk"