Silent chaos captures my heart,
Keeping tears from spilling becomes an art.
How can I change our "divided we"
Right from that shotgun seat?
No way words would speak
The wishes, no magic was going to complete.
Those final moments sitting on the leather
Trying to make moments spent together
Seem like a new normal,
But they feel like a wrinkled formal,
Before the long sidewalk walk
To drop off for front-door talk.
Tennis shoe rubber marks the short path
Every single day since he went away.
Wondering if tomorrow
Could turn back to bygone yesterdays.
His strong hand caressing my head
Leads me to the life I live instead.
The low hum of his car baits
My faint heart begins to hate
The return of his grip on the wheel.
Wishing the car from which he'll
Lean, wave, and drive away
Will soon come home to stay.