Car Ride Kate Braun
This is the worst car ride. You pretend not to notice the tears racing down my face, And I pretend they aren’t there.
The silence of the car booms through my soul. You face forward, eyes on the road, Looking anywhere but at me. Your gaze is my worst nightmare While mine is a mockery.
My focus shifts to the window. Outside this car The air is richer, Sun is brighter— It is empowering.
To you, my tears are my weakness. Yet you would never know that they water Every inch of my being.
I’m the one who found peace.
This is the last car ride With you.
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