On the dark shoulder of the road,
we looked over the city
and felt the summer night-quiet.
I wanted to whisper
A few words.
“I’m not doing so well.”
I needed this,
but couldn’t watch the change
in your shining eyes.
I didn’t want your pitied expression
but needed your reassuring grip on my arms.
I couldn’t take it.
I couldn’t take much of anything.
Instead I wished
for the bottom of the dark valley
or anywhere with a certain end.