You drove into the lights
Down the main road of your town
We exchanged few words
As we watched the cars around us
Swerve in and out of mist
On a wet road on a humid day’s night
Slow piano music played on the stereo
Depressing enough to inspire the slashing of wrists
No doubt our thoughts were elsewhere
Yours were likely on the road
We both thought about the court date
How easily a teenage drama
Crossed into the reality on the adult world
Soon it will all be over
Soon we will prove her fault.