cleaning

pardon the dust and clutter
I’m looking for another way to humiliate you
books, CDs and picture frames
surround me like a wedding dress
they’ve been wrapped up
packed up in my attic
for far too long
tonight we’ll get it all out
the fights the tears the heartache
somewhere between the stars
are my dreams for you
but you won’t look up
and so you can’t see them
black rain on the windshield
blocks out the starlight
as we drive along the highway
you sit and listen to the words
blasting from the speakers
somewhere in your memory
do you have my smile
tucked between the kisses
that we once shared
if you can show me the door
I’ll walk back into your arms
I’ve got you locked up
in a box under my bed