betrayal
there were a lot of nights
driving home
- listening to sad soft music
sitting in the passenger seat
of that truck
staring at the dust
on the dashboard
a digital green reflection
against the window
I was looking out
trying not to cry
- or at least trying to hide
the tears that wouldn’t stop
I’d plead with every star
- wishing
that time would sweep me
out of that moment
- take me to where you were
I’m not sure he ever knew
or ever felt the extent
of the lacerating betrayal
- that happened nearly every night
he never understood
why I would change the radio station
so suddenly
- when the truth is
something came on
that was too painful to bear
something that tore open the facade
I spent years creating
in an instant
a song, a lyric, a chord
could rip the space between us
and placed you smack in the middle
of that bench seat
staring out the same windshield
- at the same gray endless ribbon of road
that held me hostage
as he drove us home.
Posted by Amanda at August 13, 2004 11:40 PM
