I know we've moved forward,
and you're married now.
But don't tell me you don't feel it too.
The need to touch, and dance around each other..
We spoke today for almost 2 hours.
Or rather you talked for two hours,
while I listened and you drove us
to the middle of nowhere and back.
I am not so different than I used to be,
Am I?
I still sit quietly in the passenger seat.
Maybe I sing along to a song,
but I don't share how I'm doing or feeling.
No, I learned not to do that.
How silly it seems, you did just that with me today
and I couldn't.
Will I be able to be as content as you seem?
There were so many months
wasted,
crying over you.
Now here I am,
sitting in your truck listening to you.
Worrying about your wife.
But I listen deeply,
and you're just covering your own ass.
Making sure you're not to blame.
Now I remember why I stopped crying.
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