Driving at night. Going
We listened to skipping electro beats
and the rain pit-pattering.
I wasn’t driving.
Absent-mindedly fondling cd covers
Arcade Fire, Fionn Regan, Bjork.
Full, longing voices.
I felt so empty.
Gazing out the window
at the headlamps’ light
glittering off the slick, wet street,
I have no tears left from you.
Then, when the song ended,
we passed under a bridge
and for a second,
there was perfect silence
and I could see far and long into the night,
but all I could see was the night.
This is the worst pain ever. <b