I’d like to write this in reverse
Like the way my head spins on an axis;
When lost in some compromised reminiscence—
As though the mirrors don’t lie enough…
But I still looked through it;
Catching his eyes
Keeping an eye on me.
Nothing felt more safe
As I misplaced my thoughts,
Realizing they were no more reliable than this map
Tucked carelessly behind the front seat
Where he kept his eyes on the road
While keeping an eye on me.