The dim skies drop rain on the part of earth I'm on

My car's wipers are too damn loud.

Inside the car is too damn quiet.

Say something!  Tell me you fucking hate me!
Tell me you love me.
Tell me you aren't sure.
But don't tell me I'm your goddamn chauffeur with your silence.

Inside the car is too damn quiet.
Inside my mind is too damn loud.

The words arrive with our destination.
Content unimportant; Emotion spiteful, demeaning.
You walk away.
I drive off.
A smile at a decision that will probably surprise you 
  with its gentle strength.

The silence is a relief.

                                         S.D.  9/9/94