Driving to you.

I tried to fill the coffee cup
but your hands
pushed my change away

with the nighttime silence
that is smothered
by your breathing pattern

I carefully crept over
creaking floorboards

I tried to offer
some direction across
but you would rather use
your own lost map

so with the sun in my eyes
I drove east and again
the western heat's arrest

I tried to picture the way
in memories stored
little by little coming to a stop

but I have never been
down this paved road
or in this room before

© Heather Brager 7.27.2010