silent sunday afternoon

Streetlights move like tired stars Across the glass between us Your hand

stays still on your lap

And mine don’t know where to land

The radio’s turned down low But it feels louder than before There’s

a silence in the hum

That wasn’t there when we left

I keep looking for your voice

In the spaces between the road

Every mile is asking me

What I already know

And it’s quiet now

Not the kind that feels like peace

It’s the kind that lets me hear How far away you are

from me

So I keep breathing slow

Like I can hold this all in place But the night is

coming through And I can’t stop the break

Your reflection on the window Looks like someone I still know

But your eyes won’t meet the dark They just follow what’s ahead

I say, “We’re almost there” Like a line I’ve said before

But the words fall short of home

And hang there in the car

I keep looking for your voice In the spaces between the road

Every mile is asking me

What I already know

And it’s quiet now

Not the kind that feels like peace

It’s the kind that lets me hear How far away you are

from me

So I keep breathing slow

Like I can hold this all in place But the night is

coming through

And I can’t stop the break

If I reach across,

will you stay

If I stay still,

will this fade

We don’t say what we became

But the silence says my name

And the dashboard light is low

And the miles keep letting go

Of the little things we knew

Of the shape of me and you

And it’s quiet now

Not the kind that feels like peace

It’s the kind that lets me hear

How far away you are from me

So I keep breathing slow

While the truth keeps coming through

In the hush between the lines

I lose you

Streetlights move like tired stars

As the car rides us home