If you wear that velvet dress

– Your eyes make me uncomfortable.
So I look away
– You should blink more.
— You know I won’t.
And driving in my car
With you turned away
Looking out of the window
– What are you thinking about right now?
— Driving.
– Liar.
— Do you want the truth?
I won’t turn to look at you
– No.
Some small crowd of people
Friends of ours, of yours
Watching you sparkle among them
Chit-chat
Lilting laughter
Zip up my jacket in the cold night air
– Where are you?
Suddenly beside me
I look at you
– Where are you?
— Somewhere else.
– Don’t you want to come back?
Nothing
– For me?
No
No I don’t
And then cheer like distraction over your face
Taking my arm
— Come-on! Come and talk to us.
Dragged into this heady scent of youth
Driving on my own at night
The phone lights up
— What?
– What? Um, sorry just…
What
What do you want
What will I do for you
– Um, can you pick me up?
Yes
I’m on my way
— Why?
Thoughts freeze
– Forget it.
Click
And the phone in the morning
– I’m sorry.
— No, I’m…
– It’s alright, nothing was wrong or anything, I just,
Pause
I won’t speak
I won’t even breathe
– How are you?
Blink
Exhale
— I’m fine.
Another lie
– Do you um, want to have breakfast?
— Sure.
It’s easy to keep my mind from racing
— Sure why not.