Nothing Much

It's nothing much, were almost home, still not a word. We listen hard, and hum the songs on the radio. Guess we didn't save enough, for this rainy day. Funny how something comfortable, can lead to so much pain We'll talk out loud, we'll say what were thinking, one of these days. It all seems worth it, not to be alone in this thing. But this thing doesn't seem, to want to change. I hope I'm ready with my thoughts, what I'm going to say. She'll start to talk, and before long, it has become. one of those days. I hope I get a break before, lonely comes and its time, to begin nothing much, all over again.