I wanted to tell you
But the words met traffic in my throat

My eyes peak through
The gaps between your fingertips

Have I caught it?
Or will my grasp lose grip?

The weakness in your voice
Spoke to me a language I had hoped you'd never know

You're fluent
And you've out grossed a mid-summer's day

As you speak
A crow's feet make their way

I know how
This is going to end

I can see
Somewhere known in my rearview