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.
Poetic Trials 