He tries to say, Stop. Stop talking, but can't,
and you can't and he's shaking his head,
sobbing. The trees blur into one green wall,
and you can't recall what it was
you couldn't not say. You think, When we stop,
he'll get out. We'll never speak again.
You touch his thigh, and he doesn't move.
Everything sighs a little. What is this?
He asks, softly now, and studies your face.
He knows and you know what this is and why,
but you can't say, not yet, and he is still
looking at you, and the road goes on and on...
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