Topography

we go through this whole thing
feeling the same way about the same things
without ever saying a thing

we make the right moves at the wrong time
and put it on time

people read minds on phones
make up stories, what’s being thought about
bringing rain to others
before a sudden drought

we go through this whole thing
wishing for old ways and all the same things
without ever changing a thing

coffee stained creases
crumbled up topography
stashed away in the highway drawer
marked thoughts we’d like to not go back to

so we don’t ever visit