The last time




















Driving nowhere —
this could be the metaphor
for you and me —
rudderless, lost, parting ways

You aren't talking
but I can tell
your face is staring out your window
that tells me everything

You're crying again
and I'm driving
we'll do this as we've always done
and then never again

We may as well
be listening to Samiam's Clumsy,
hungover, tired
and waiting for our time to begin

We waited so long
we fought for this
and this, well,
this is not what we wanted

We're strung out on insomnia
regret
depression
and a very bitter winter

These hills baited us
these skies welcomed us
these dark nights
lit up with stars
they cradled us

The radio always plays
the saddest songs
and love songs
that don't mean a thing right now

Every song sounds like a dirge
every note like pinpricks of melancholy

Yet, we drive
we sit silently
we rehearse our lines
like we have a million times

After all, we never know
when it will be the last time.






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