This newfound void of winter is cold and bare
Unbearable but barely aware
The air conditioner pours itself onto my hands
I stare ahead
A languid love lost, left, fleeting
Oil leaking into the engine
Gas light turned on
Radio turned off
Too timid to touch the dial
To sing along with the memories of a thousand days
Of longing and despair
Of a hopeless sense of hope
that hopes to be left alone
While you wish for the wonder of predilection
A sail or a sale
Assailable
To rid my mind of paper-thin memories
Like the old shirt you wear on moving day
Expendable
But still hung in the closet
I can�t bear to sing the words now
I know them by heart
But I just stare silently, hating the cars around me
They don�t know the things I�ve learned.
Or maybe they do
And they have ignored them like a calloused toe
Or an alcoholic brother that�s been crossed off the Christmas card list
A morning light enters the window
Blinding and forgiving
I just sigh
Driving between the lanes
Of words and meanings
Of cynicism and naivety
Of living and observing
Without a destination