Breaking Up is Hard to Do…

“I think we need to see
other people…” I whisper to you in the rearview mirror
you’re unresponsive, avert
your eyes.
I idle along hoping you’ll get the hint:
I need space…
at the next red light you’re just as ambivalent
to my needs; bobbing
your head to the music; too close for comfort.
I sigh heavily, roll my eyes
and when the light blinks to green, disgusted
by your inability to understand my subtle hints I pause
then leave you in my dust yelling at you as if obscenity was your name.