Though I can never go back again

I can never forget the feeling

Sitting in the back seat

Vinyl bench seat with three belts

Not wearing any of them

And over his shoulder I could see

His hands on the steering wheel

Wipers at full speed

The crack that ran across the windshield

The crack in his voice

As he told me that we wouldn’t see her again

And what was the song

What was the song on the AM/FM radio

The one detail I can’t seem to bring up

Was it Waylon Jennings?

Or Blood Sweat and Tears

Or was the radio not playing anything at all

And my mind

Just wants to fill something in

A sound to fill the space

Between the distant thunder

And his grief

And my grief