A truce extended on an apologetic hand
24 hours in a car with a relationship to reprimand
Father and son, nations apart though one foot in distance
each equally concerned for the others existence
Towns flow past like milestones of silence
Obviously to avoid possible and necessary verbal-violence
A 24 hour moment on the tip of my tongue
where the big things aren't said and small things leak from a smokers lung
Destination reached in an overly literal sense
the intrusive silence wishing and becoming increasingly dense
1000miles traveled though on no common ground
but within the awkward abyss a few things I have found.
You smoke 1 cigarette and hour and two when I am there
and when you don't say anything I can see the gray in your hair.
your eyes are just like mine but there somewhere else
and although they seem steady they flicker life a pulse
If I don't give you an inch you wont take a mile
and all that you can hope for is the absence of my smile.
A 24 hour moment on the tip of my tongue
where the big things aren't said and small things leak from a smokers lung
