Windswept and blurry
Like a picture taken too soon
His eyes were always the hardest part to understand
afterall. . .

She just wanted to run her fingers through his hair.
She just wanted to sigh and fall onto him in the back of that car
Soft oldies drifting from the front, taking her somewhere else.
She just wanted to hear him say he cared
If only for a little while. . .

The night's so quiet
With snow falling all around
&& he's so quiet
Lips parted; yet no trace of a sound

She'll get used to this-
Somehow, she'll smile and get used to this.
"You're not making this easy"
Is what she wants to scream
But, then again, he never made anything easy.