Jerry Baccardi - Engine Running

None of them are showing up.
Heart's steady, hands are quiet,
Feet already down the stairs.
Engine running in the drive, never felt this kind of calm.
No apologies, no "nope." Just the click of locks behind,
Everything I couldn't say.
Fades to taillights on the road.
Pictures still against the wall,
Didn't touch a single frame.