Leaving West Virginia

We came down from an evening hill walk then made coffee on the two ring cabin stove. She said she was weary. I said I was weary. Wearily we sat there in silence a strange discontent creeping across the floor rugs as the sun began to sink. “Is it too late to drive home” you asked. I thought about the long drive in the dark. “No” I reply thickly thinking that we just might forget what we had not said here. When two people enter a car to drive into tomorrow you never know what unspoken words might follow or stay behind to sleep for the night.