There is a peace with her.
She yells at other drivers,
But we are on a wholesome mission.
The other drivers do not pester me
I get to drive and she says,
I take the screwy way,
That she can never tell
Which direction we’re going in,
That each week is a different way,
But she is seeing the same landmarks.
While we eat dinner, I work
Especially hard to study
The inside of her eyes,
But I cannot hold for long
For then she can study mine,
And I worry that she will think
I am gone and my soul is dead.
I love her and want her to be
Okay with me, but it changes rapidly.
It is up and down, and that is supposed
to be okay as I should be proud of
How she treats me so evenly.
Sometimes, she tells me I am some
Creep from outer space, and she
Has no idea of who I am or what I might
Do? Might I be evil, God, might I be?
But I keep loving her.
She is trying, she is working.
Some day she might love me again.
I am trying to be good enough.