You're drawn in
an image of an aftertaste
of bitterness
I speak
the words leave easily
but I can't escape
from you
your silence looking
down the interstate
sky's grey
memory of a song
I cannot place
asphalt burning
license plates
I sway
I sway
I sway
In and out of
united, emotional
other states
I find grace
but it's burned off by the sun
and the grimace on your face