Silent.
I left the office early— Not even a half day. My car is silent, Which you'd never believe. You've commented that It must be strange To actually enjoy music all the time, To have the volume all the way up But now, despite the ironic burn, Not even Alanis is playing, Because you're the reason for the quiet. The only sound is the occasional Sob or gasp for air Because you told me that you're leaving— The one thing you promised You swore you'd never do— You've never done— When everyone else left, There was you. But now I left the office early, And my car is silent.
