thoUGHtS WhiLe sTARing at A Wall

the drive home was absolutely silent.

after a day of busy eccentricities, his mind wandered, following the white lines on the asphalt as they flew past. he couldn't think of anything to say to her as she was equally silent and wasn't sure that he should speak. 'is that being selfish? am i just a prick?'

often times he knows that he can be this way to the dismay of many others. opinions come cheap to him but with a heavy burden on those around. 'i'll forgive him for that, but do i dare tell him so?' she only cares about losing him - 'there's no one better for me - if there is, i've no need to find out.'

getting out of the car he waves, "thanks for the ride" - the only words spoken between them for months lingered in the humid night air with no response.

until then---