Her blue-laced iris began swelling with overwhelming currents,
Gently falling---
The tears kissed her cheeks like raindrops
Looking to and fro the road
My eyes meet hers,
Hopeful pupils seeking only pain, when it should be pleasure
The window remains cracked, and together we race down the highway
Angry words spewing from her lips like a raging fire
I try to remain involved, but am easily distracted
By the golden strands of hair dancing delicately with the wind across her forehead
And the rapid rows of cars jumping lane to lane before me
Or the silhouette of the sun setting slowly in the rear view mirror
She covers her swollen, somber eyes
As if her hands can shield them like protective armor
Repelling lies and toxicity
She wipes the heartache from her cheeks,
Tugs and tucks back the loose hairs behind her ears,
And paints on a face of contentment.
“I don’t care,” she cries
But from the image of her reddening, weeping eyes
I thought, “but you do, often times too much”
Together we refocus our gaze on the open road.
I can’t help but think, “She deserves so much better.”