Shifting of Gears
Stereo on, lightly, interrupting
sounds of unease
Clicking of the left turning arrow
Chops into
Displeased auras, romantically
He seeks it
Desperately
Through every glance
Blinking away in the dark
Hands on the steering wheel
white knuckled
Driving on reluctantly
Feeling his power
Slipping away
Because he can’t let his woman get away
Analyzing things
So small but they could mean
So much
Squeezing out memories
Every last drop
Shifting gears
She sits, silent, staring out at the road
Buckled in as tightly as he could get her
Wishing on stars that seemed to brighten
Suddenly
Why did she not see them before?
Dreaming of dreams so long ago
To her it seems like endless revolutions
Of the fan in the bedroom
Always, swallowing bitter pills
For his sake, for his sake
To appease him, to make up for
All the times she could have been
A better lover
Something always a lot more then she could give
But she doesn’t have to put up with his grasp
Tightened fist
anymore
And the stars shine brighter then they ever had before
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