I should have stole a kiss that day,
leaned in from the driver’s seat before you
rolled your window up or maybe when
you reached behind to grab
your heavy leather purse you always say
you’ll clean out one day.
Your hand clung to my shoulder just
to balance while you looked for it.
That would’ve been so perfect right then, but
your perfume lingered like an orphaned ghost
after you left as if it wanted me to ask her
if she’d like to dance.
Perhaps that could have made things right
or filled in all the awkward space our goodbyes
the empty chairs with jackets placed on top
where no one else can sit.
It seems I’m always squinting in the darkness
waiting for you to come back
And it seems we’ll always ride together
just to leave a seat between us.