I once stared out the car window, moving at a speed of 35mph
Back then, what moved too fast was moving slowly the second time around.
Could it be what I think?
I reflect too much
Could it be what I think?
The discomfort I feel to be in the same room
Like one sour apple in a batch full of sweet ones.
I stare out the window to take in the beautiful scenery.
Now I'm staring to pass time because it’s going too slow.
We once sang along to music in the car,
laughing because we spoke the lyrics wrong.
But today, as the vehicle reached 36 mph, it’s quiet.
I start to hear the wheels on the car go round and round- hitting
each speck of pavement and gravel.
What a bumpy ride.
The words outside became louder because we didn't talk.
Each breath filled the car with words.
When we lay together on the bed, we danced the Tango.
Now we sleep like the same points of a magnet.
At a speed of 37mph
Maybe it’s best if we don’t force it
Dinner time was always fun.
I craved a dish, and it was brought to my reality.
The incredible time we shared warmed my heart because it was my favorite part.
While we danced to Jazz and chopped onions, we created lasting memories.
Now, we sit at the table, looking around to find topics to talk about.
I was not in la-la land, so at 40 mph, we walked away for good.
And let go because we weren’t able to connect.
