CAR

I used to think so much of you...

- Just like I do right now

Would sit and stare here

- at your picture

As I spoke our truth out loud

But I would speak true

- To my voice to text

Which would translate it

- Then for me

Into cryptographic typographic

- Essences of me

and you would

- lie there prone

& stare at my three dots

and wait to see your own perceptions

as translations of my thoughts.

- And there you were in Magdala

- Or Houston as it were...

- Taking in MY stories

Even ones You hadn't heard!

Our digital reflections

- Retained at any cost

We just remained in our reception

And rebuilt what we had

"lost"

It was a reunion

Not a "meeting"

(And I know your

doubts are fleeting)

I can feel it in each greeting

As we meet outside your car

But the truth is

You have trusted me

You've longed and loved and gushed at me

And though

You've put your trust in me

It's been NOT-misplaced

- So far...

Yet now

That you're my lover

And my very

"best-of-friends"

When you leave

I often wonder

Why I'm doing it again?

I stare here at your picture

With wonder at

- Who you are

Then I sit back

And count the minutes

'Til I'm right back

- Outside Your Car.