focus

in a blur of things,
between bumpy roads, occasional head bobs, and neck strains,
from the stuffy air and warmth by your side,

i come to know
you
just a little bit more
you reach out
just a little bit more
you touch
just a little bit more
i fall
just a little bit more
i pray.
mat26:41.

but i wonder
why do you do this
and i wonder
who do you do this to
so i wonder
what are you thinking
when you look at me.

why?

please focus.