The Devil Between Us

when the doors are shut,
lines are drawn,
empty bottles rolling around,
behind drivers seat,
banging together,
and making the clinking sound of her.
as the people talk
and talk
and talk
talk
talk about nothing.
they are making me car sick,
but to be golden,
i say nothing,
inward cringe
seething.
i calm down.
the car rolls slowly to a stop.
i open the door
and run for my life
across two lanes of traffic
and into the night.
luckily,
they don't search for me
and i don't blame them,
for the phone not ringing
in my pocket.
finally
solitude.
my lungs burn
and i stop to light a cigarette.
i sit on the sidewalk for a bit
and watch as the car tires go back and forth
on the asphalt
making me sick
i think of her
and continue to get up and walk.
it's a good 3 miles home,
booting it all the way
will give me
plenty of time to think
and sort it all out.
by the time i get there
it'll disappear
as i leave all of them behind
on the dark asphalt
from where they came.