Steering Wheel

My fingers rest too long 

on the steering wheel

and I search your doorway

for a response.

I want you to stay inside

but hope you come out

and shove me 

into the passenger’s seat.

Toxicity in a relationship

comes out on rainy days,

when the drops coat us

and unmeant words seep 

from our skin.

I count to ten under my breath

and I don’t see your shadow

in the window.

I turn the key and goodbye

sounds like a roar of a motor.


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