Passenger

I sat in your car and you drove me home

I was scared that my profile facing you was my bad side

Or that the creases under my eyes were even more prominent in the dim light we were surrounded in

Or your favourite song would be by someone I never heard of

Or that if you held my hand you’d be disgusted by how clammy they were

Or that I’d say something stupid
So I kept silent

I’d like to think that’s why you did too.

I always felt there was something missing
I didn’t want to ruin it, so I didn’t mention my goosebumps

I think you felt the cold too.

So much I wanted to say, so much I didn’t

The quiet created the storm, we just realised too late.

We were so afraid of losing each other, that we finally did.