One. Then Stop.

ONE. THEN STOP. 

You changed lanes too many times.

Trivial to some,

Unbearable to me.

I kept shouting at you in my head,

But waited to release a feeble demand

Later.

We got home but I never relaxed.

You played music entirely too loud,

Annoyed by the sounds of others.

Like a child throwing a tantrum while drowning.

How I cannot wait to leave here.

Even if that means leaving alone. 

Copyright Oren Peleg 2012