My Honey, My Moon

It was the middle of the when we drove down the highway. I strained to see through the icy fog, heater up and sweatshirt on. I glanced over at her, constantly checking on her. Her blanket was pulled all the way up to her nose, head leaning against a pillow propped up by the window. The blanket dropped from around her, and she shuddered. she toldme she was so cold, so cold. thatall she wantedwasto be warm, be warm. i toldher i wouldkeep her warm, her warm. e v e n i f i t l e f t m e c o l d. It was pitch black as we drove down through the tunnel. Cars flashed by us, blurs too bright and too dark to see, traffic signs swinging to hit the front of the car as we rushed through. She sat tense, hands in her lap, back rigid. I stepped on the gas. A man popped out from the shadows along the sidewalk and she gasped, putting her face in her hands. she toldmeall she saw was night, was night. thatall she hopedfor was light, was light. i toldher i wouldgive her light, her light. e v e n i f i t m a d e m y d a y s i n t o n i g h t. It was midday when she counted the billboards-- a distraction. Nature died around us-- leaves falling and grass browning. We passed congested city after empty town, seeing no life. One billboard was for a mission, and she went quiet. A tear slid down her cheek. she toldmethat she wouldcry alone, alone. that she hatedthatnoone would care, would care. i toldherthat i would care, would care. e v e n i f i t l e f t m e a l o n e. It was all-encompassing night again as we pulled into the parking lot, our wedding things still in our trunk. I turned off the car, life dying from the machine. Leaving her in the car, I checked in to the imposing hotel, then pulled into a parking spot. When we stopped, she went silent. She hugged her arms to her chest. she toldme she felt empty, empty. thatall she wanted was some love, some love. i toldher i wouldgiveher some love, some love. e v e n i f i t l e f t m e e m p t y.