the year spent driving

Spend the night, holding close
lights burn tired eyes, and tired mouths keep moving
speaking words that breath-
breathing hot fog on glass windows,
obscuring a view of street lights and parking spaces.

laugh together-wrapped in your embrace,
closing wet eyes tight, burning-
trying to push past that place

writing our names on puzzle pieces hoping that we'd fit-
when the pieces were all jointed the names fell asunder.
lay upon dew frozen grass- aching to absorb the still nature of the wind,
walking barefoot in a muddy gutter- hoping to cleanse myself of you.