The red haired one looks like she'd scream

The red haired one looks like she’d scream. A lot.
Drive for about an hour without stopping.
Something special about blocking out the sound of the motorway
With this mix CD that I rescued from the mess,
Heavy orchestral style screaming which matches
The search that we’re currently trying not to romanticise
For fear of scaring one another off, for fear of I dunno
Actually caring??? Or admitting that we do.

We’re driving at night because it feels closer
To the wish that we both had as kids –
That we could become invisible –
It was a big deal the first time that that came up
In conversation;
We ended up holding each other and not
Being able to come up with anything that
Would have … you know.

Stop near a train station that reminds you of summer holidays
Spent with your grandparents.
I ask something just so that I can hear to you talk,
I’d started getting paranoid because the last twenty minutes
Since the CD stopped playing
Felt like someone’s hands were round my neck.

The red head is still on both our minds.
It’s weird but I think she might be starting to feel
A little like the invisibility thing.