i make up reasons to stop seeing her.
half-hearted attempts to contain my feelings
though, sometimes i think i hurt us both.
for the rest of july,
in my passenger seat sits a ghost.
i try to replace the gut-wrenching silence
made by her missing voice
but my summer car radio can only play
songs made of synthetic tunes
and simply aggravating buzzes and noise
(i guess i can learn to prefer the quiet)
as i sit in silence i am reminded
of how she said what i feared most
how she said
it's just not the same anymore, you know?
