F...Scratch Beneath the Surface

For awhile I had forgotten

I slipped into the dress you love
and did my eyes
just the way you've always liked them

You forgot too
because you held doors
and bought flowers

You seemed to say all the right things

But as soon as we were back
in the uncomfortable leather seats
of your white, reliable Peugeot
we started again

Going nowhere
at 120 km/hr

And I remembered why

We never could

Make us work