One Month To Go

[banal_slave]

I sing quietly,
murmuring along with my favorite songs.
In the passenger seat.

I try to hide my voice,
and mumble to the widow,
but you still listen close.

Sometimes, silence is awkward
but we found a convenient quiet.
Sometimes, silence is alarming,
but there are tranquil moments.

I know that you can hear me.
Still, I stealthily sing my delightful hush,
making your ears tumble.

I sing quietly,
whispering along with my favorite songs,
just trying to keep our perfect silence.