poetry thursday: unfinished conversation

“let’s not finish”

side by side in a red sedan
breakfast tacos, simple,
filling, and my mouth can taste them
still now

the highway stretches across flatness
and green — spring here,
where I left snow on the ground

this is just a

of a ten-year’s conversation

words I haven’t said
crowd my throat and you
do all the talking
for both of us

even if most of it
is mindless patter
I remain content
to listen and to watch
your curls battered by the wind

when we part again
for the last time
for a while
it’s late

I mean to begin to say something
big and serious
but you throw it away
with a hug
bigger than words