Journey

I was trying to hear the song
on the radio. He'd turned it
down to hear himself talk.
I wasnt listening to him. I never
did anymore.

He steered us around the misshapen
roads, while I admired the view.

We use to love the Mother and
the Father. We were in love once.
Mother nurtured our bond;
Father gave us faith.
We lost both on the road some
miles back.

Each winding corner tossed
us back and forth. The journey was long.
I was getting motion sickness.
He was getting tired.

He turned the radio up.
It was our song. I didn't even
recognise it.