To Break, Together

sometimes I dream

that at two a.m.

you'll call and say you're coming to pick me up

and i'll climb into the passenger side of your little red car

that i don't even know the model or make of

we'll drive off into the country side

leave the city lights behind that cast our purities in shadow and

spotlight our sins

you'll park your car on the side of the dirt road

turn it off as we face a field of wheat

we don't talk- just sit

feel the quicksand of each other's thoughts on the console between us

with every exhale, highlighted in green, we see the dreams we're letting go

and every inhale, drowning in black, the razor blades of reality

then after awhile, as soon as the moon's graced our skin through the windshield,

we drive back toward the city

the brights only highlighting a few seconds of our future

and the tail lights casting our past in red

you drop me off in my driveway, still not a word spoken,

and drive away

because

We are all broken

Just sometimes, it's easier

To break, together