Only right above a whisper

During longing, mid-morning sips of coffee
She asked me why I came back around
Waking with the boot prints on my cheeks
My brown hair parted, matted to my forehead
As my thoughts visit the nights I lay
Bloodshot, my knees bleeding onto the sheets from 
Being inebriated and falling into rose bushes
They found me laughing to myself, speaking
The mumbles of a crazy man, searching his pockets
For mere minutes before all went to black
She riddled me clean with questions about
After the mental torment became 
A melon baller, searching around my brain,
That I’d go crawling back, smiling,
Saying hey, your face sure is pretty
When the sun finds it while we drive
Right before we plummet over the Santa Monica cliffs
She begins again while shaking her head
How after finding her hair in the night
Gripping it between my fingers, feeling
The knots in the curls and filling my
Nose with grace notes of fragrances
And her mentioning this reminds her of him
Why would I still look for her neck
In the silences when I’m alone
And why, when the road is so wide,
Do I not move on, and steer the car straight
And after what feels like an eternity
My eyes lock into hers and I say,
Only right above a whisper,

“Love makes you do the damnedest things.”