The Approaching Curve

The music played with a common frequency.
The speakers gently seeped the sound of ambient keyboards and light
percussion,
creating a seductive soundtrack to our midnight drive through curtains of
blackness.
The windows were cold to the touch, reflecting the icy conditions in our
immediate extremity.
Salt stains and fingerprints littered the glass, and streets with melted snow
cascaded down it’s length.
The music pulsed louder, yet gentle, like the far away squeal of a pot of
boiling water.
The skylight was glowing faintly with a vague hints of an impending dawn.
The car raced along a painfully straight stretch of road,
and she hadn’t so much as turned the steering wheel two degrees in the past
twenty minutes,
or hardly spoken.

As we were, so perfect,so happy.
I’ll remember, only our smiles because that’s all they’ve seen.
Long since dried, when we are found, are the tears in which we had drowned.
As we were, so perfect, so happy.

“Why are you doing this?” she spoke without expecting a response.
Her voice penetrated the still air of our speechless drive, so silent my heart
had jumped.
“I’m not doing anything,” I said, but I didn’t even believe that myself.
“This is what’s best, for me, for you, for us, or maybe just for me,” I
thought,
as a tear formed in the pit of her eye. The music poured through the speakers
and we were losing ourselves in the cadence. She looked down momentarily and
closed her eyes
for a bit longer than a standard blink. Then she was crying. Then she was
shouting.
Then I was shouting, now pouring confessions, having no answers, or solutions,
and we barely could even hear the questions.

As we were, so perfect,so happy.
I’ll remember, only our smiles because that’s all they’ve seen.
Long since dried, when we are found, are the tears in which we had drowned.
As we were, so perfect, so happy.

Don’t put me underground, I was meant for a life somewhere else.
Please Lord give me the way out before both of us haunt you.
We’ll steal tonight. (We’ll steal tonight.)

As we were, so perfect, so happy.
Don’t remember, only your smiles because that’s all they’ve seen.
Long since dried, when we are found, are the tears in which we had drowned.
As we were, so perfect, so happy.

Our cracking voices became part of the music.
The car pressed on faster through he night. As our voices lowered,
the cadence again overtook the air.
Up ahead there was a curve approaching.
She made no indications of slowing.