I was seeing you like a child would,
like a sister, like a daughter
as we drove down nameless roads
because you know I never slept well,
unless I was lulled by motion and wind
my head was in your lap
with hair tickling your knees
and traced the veins of your arm
to calm my nerves that never settled
but I know one thing for sure that calms--
if and when all things fail,
there will be clues left for you everywhere
messages in the closets
letters under the mattress 
secrets scrawled under wallpaper strips
and those that find it, and then you
will know all the things I never said
but felt when you invoked them


....yeah, I don't know about this.