Driving manual
You let me shift the gears
The way I felt so important

you
Put your hat
On top of my head
The way I felt so wanted

Silent driving
And staring out the window
Listening to your ****** music
The way I felt so content

The lazy morning laying in your bed
Pretending to sleep so you don’t get up
So you don’t move the arms that were wrapped around me
or the head that was buried in my hair
The way I didn’t know I would miss it

driving home not talking
Holding, but not talking
Leaving us hours apart
The way I felt about everything we did
the way I couldn’t stop feeling about you

How do I exit gracefully,
  how do I end it all

Can I rewrite the terms again
  before the final fall

The kids now counting every day
  the moments still all mine

The days and weeks of years gone by
  a measure now defined

How do I finally say goodbye
  and start anew again

This world peeled back against itself
  no more left to befriend

Regret a word best left behind
  for others who have sinned

Stepping into eternity’s vault
—last check to cash within

(Train #56 ‘Vermonter’ To White River Junction Vt. 3/22/2018)