Poem dedicated to underlying fears of rejection
Impatience is my best attribute in situations like this
Lazer stares at slow drivers
I’m disconnected from the feeling of the steering wheel underneath my fingers
Or the sound of the muffled engine
Matching the pace of my tapping index appendage
Back straight to not miss the changing light
…That doesn’t seem to happen quick enough
But
When it’s not me in control of the destination
Everything is different
I am no longer a driver trying to beat the time
I am a passenger trying to savor the seconds of my beloved
Trying to casually be as close as possible
In these situations, appreciation is my best attribute
The once glare is a subtle shy grin that only represents about 10 percent of what I feel
I think, “how sweet. Something intentionally put in place to stop time with you.”
I want more time with you
But the prideful sphere of my existence won’t allow me to speak.
The muffler is my mouthpiece projecting scrambled thoughts of anxiety and fear
Of ruining this moment
Too scared to ruin the peaceful silence
So I stare at the red light, thankful, for giving us something I’m too nervous to ask for
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