She ran into her house,
Such a quickness to her feet.
And so fast she came out.
Then covered me in a sheet.
In the sun, but naked and cold.
In her car, one worded responses I sold.
Tears began to flood her face.
Such a memory I wish to erase.
But her hands held the wheel
Until we were at that place
Where I had no choice but to communicate.
It was such I hell that I was facing.