drop

It was raining on that last bus ride home
I slept in the far back seat
I never sit there,
let alone, sleep on the bus.
I had only driven down 12 hours before this
with intentions and
my intentions were missed
as we slept
and made promises between our teeth
that these things just wouldn't happen again
but our promises
were only words
we used to hide shame.
Our shame
has led us to six months gone
and you're there
and I have broken words
and angry thoughts
and clenched jaws
and sleep.