parking lot eulogy

Our souls are inherently disconnected,

never made to intertwine with one another,

you found me at the basin of despair and

decided that I made for good company.

You’ve been missed for two years now.

I see you in the cracks in the pavement

and the lines of our parking spot. 

Please come back to me, turn off the AC,

and tell me about that loser once again.

This time I won’t speak a word. I won’t

interrupt your thoughts as you drive us

once more over the edge. 

I’m sorry that my chance for redemption

bled out onto your cloth seats, but I

could only be saved by knowing you saw

it too. 

Come back and go 90 in the wrong lane 

down a country road. Forget about the 

blind corner and speed ahead anyway. 

Come back so we can jump the train 

tracks and giggle at the sound of your 

car scrapping the ground. 

Come back so we can total this car

and set ourselves free of one another.