you
and me
were in the truck

flying down an old dusty
road after some fishing

the sky was peach
and you shared

your concerns
with my drinking

i didn’t know it
would be part of
what ruined us


forever.

that the texts would stop
even if we weren't officially

a thing.

it’s ok, I suppose that’s
how things go

you didn’t understand
what comfortable silence
was

and that was concerning to me.