Swimming and Drowning

And there I was in the passenger seat as you were driving me home, not a word was said for 40 minutes, from interstate-5 to the highway. 
I watch you inhale. You smell like cigarettes and lost hope. 
"Are you sure nothing is wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong."


If I could give you hope, if I had it here in my hands, in my cup holder, in my wallet, I'd give you all I have. But, then.. my love for you would become material.


The fields are dark, and the black sky looms overhead like a bruise covering the stars. It all felt dark, like the sky. Neither of us knew what we were thinking.


Slowly drowning, I lean my head against the window and wonder what is left.


I stammer to ask what you could be for me, as I feel it's too much to ask you.