The one I dodged

Wrote the car park line today. Not the question. The other one. I have been walking past it for a month. Telling myself the question is better. Safer. The kind a clever person would write. But I said it out loud in the dark shop and it just sat there. True. Heavy. The question one is me pretending. The car park one is just me. That is the problem. It is in the notebook now. In ink. I can't joke it out. I walked home and didn't take the book out on the bus. I held the strap tight instead. I keep thinking about that car park. I keep thinking about who was there. I keep thinking that is why I dodged it. I am scared the whole middle is going to be like this. True things I was saving for later. Funny and bare at the same time. I don't know if I can do that.