All I can do is
Sit
And
Stare
At the shapes your mouth is forming.
The O’s and the A’s
knitted into words
Your lips tremble
But your words still find me
Hide and seek with my hands
Its too much
Its too wrong
Its not true
I’m not going to let it be.
Crying
Is an option
But you need me
Role reversal I watch you cry
Awkward pat across the seats
Why tell me here? Cars have no hiding places.
We stare blindly in the direction of the windscreen
I pretend it’s a television
Count the trees, count the sheep
Distraction from you
I want my bliss back