Tears of March

Handshakes and hugs, calmed and shattered the invincibility stage of growing up with freedom. I watched as the brown eyes walked more sober than before to the driver side and found her seat. I didn’t know what was to come from it. She tested the ignition to see if a normal minute was to come. Without concern, she merged back into the dense traffic of before. The radio played loudly with comfort setting in, and she sang without a missed beat or off rhythm. Slowly, the lanes cleared. The cars that hugged the lanes had disappeared, along with her cheer and her smile. We sat in movement. Broken by the silence. 
We still haven’t talked after that day. At least not as we once did.