In The Car

Nonfiction/Breakup

Everything she touched

Feels tainted now

How could she leave

Such an impression

Maybe i'm just made of clay

Easily bent

Into the shapes she wanted

And now I don't know what form to take

My sheets still smell like her

But it was time

To wash them anyways

Why couldn't she

Just enjoy being in the car

Instead of focusing

On the road ahead of us,

But I get it.

If we got stopped

I'd hide her under the blankets

That's no way to live

But I loved our music

The way we'd jam out

With the windows down

Wind tearing up our hair

But neither of us

Gave a fuck

The way she touched my hand

First

And held it like she wanted to

She'd move my bags

Take some of them

Even

And we'd talk for hours

As the world outside

The windshield

Blurred

But when another car passed

I'd pull away

Smile my apologies

And take her hand again

When they were gone

That's when

She'd see the cracks

Look at the road signs

And realize

She'd never sit

In the driver's seat