spincowhiplash

Of Mourning and Prophecy We drove down, her and I, And I was reluctant to at first. It was cold, the wind was cruel- At least that is what I told her. The drive was silent; Awkward, yet serene. I stared out the window to ebb the pain, With vision partially blurred. On the way, I talked, Not aloud, but with my eyes. I asked how two minds could be so close, And two hearts so distant all the same. The scenery changed, the dew melted. I secretly broke down in the silence, But convinced myself to stay a while nonetheless. She pretended not to notice. We wait for the destination. She hides yet, and I try. I read the morning sky