In the Back Seat
I sat there with you
In the back seat.
You began to speak
As I looked out the window.
Saw the wind and rain beat
against the trees.
Why say anything at all?
Even at this time,
When the world has fallen
You say stupid things...
Many things.
(sigh)
I wish it was quiet for just
Awhile.
Maybe you'd face all the pain.
Your denial.
These moments in the back seat
of this black car,
Are years of dreadful pain
Can't wait til the hours pass
And I am in my room
Where you are not.
Such a day, will I not forget,
As I sat there with you
In the back seat
Exclaiming your reasons
Justifying your guilt
Your heart stiff
As stone.
The day you change,
Will be the day
I sit in the back seat
with you, alone.
Copyright © Lisa Santos | Year Posted 2007
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