when you drive me to the city
i hardly care for conversation.
above the park there are a block of apartments,
rectangles lit up oddly in the ink of the sky
figures standing on balconies,
all alone at the very same moment

it's like talking to you
in cafes, in restaurants,
over iced tea & devices

there is one reaction i keep playing
for each of your faces, your phrases
to tell you how far apart we are
but you hardly know anything else.
you pray for me in the dead of night,
you pray because i need it badly
what have i ever given in return?
a guard for your honour, a way
to say 'sorry'? well, for once
i wish i were. i wish i cared.