on the drive home.
she drove.
i looked out the window.
the radio played low.
it started to rain,
but we said nothing about it.
she put the wipers on,
the headlights.
it was a long drive.
it got dark.
the roads were empty.
little traffic
to stop us from rolling
along.
everything at last looked
familiar.
but it felt different
somehow.
we didn't talk.
what was there to talk about.
tomorrow?
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