Titan

Headphones on I passed you
cornered, like a shellfish
slyly worried, the retreating
hunch of your shoulders
they nudged you into the car
your half smile glancing
me like you understood;
we pretend not to know
what goes on in the Fear building.

Sky view the Roman road
like a crucible of liquid iron.
A radio playing Little Sonny
somewhere. Booze
dishevels long evenings.
I test negative for the virus.
Perhaps you deserved it?
Life tends to darkness,
Titan's seas are empty.

Then that backward
half smile burns me; 
what clings, won’t go.

@ianjmclachlan