Hearing

I can hear you now.

I'm in my car, driving to work in the rain.

Yes, I can hear you.

I don't want this conversation to go on. I'm tired of the words that keep slipping from my mind to my lips.

Stop talking please.

I made it back to church again this week. Didn't want to go, went anyway. Indifferent that I went. Still feeling tired. Still avoiding the conversation that is waiting on the sidelines to be resurrected.

Damn sidelines.