No Words

You love your truck. You love those heated seats. You love how tires power through to conquer roads when asphalt ends. You love the crispness of the sound from speakers when you turn the volume up so windows rattle through the neighborhood.

You consider me too cold. You don't know how to navigate my moods. You would rather drive away so you can't hear my words.

You love your truck way more than you love me.

You leave tread marks on my back

as exhaust fumes fill the air.