last night, there you were again.
in a parking lot with a jump ramp in the middle of a busy city. how do you get in that way? (you don't.) you find the secret entrance around the corner. look for your car, it is hidden but i know it is there. i drive you to it. . .just a little farther. . .i can make it from here, you say, so i still never see it. i wonder what you are driving these days but don't ask. we both step out of my car awkwardly (only i am the one that is awkward). you give me a sympathetic hug. a no expectations hug. but i am not relieved, really. i'm not anything.
i wake groggy. try to figure out all that has been left unsaid and all that has been shown.
so loud.
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