you drove my car last night,
much too fast for winter when the deer come out to play,
and i laughed when you made sharp turns on dark back roads,
your smile infectious in the small space.
and i guess the only thing i regret is not stopping to really look at you,
the way your eyes crinkle at the edges with your wide smile,
how your hands settle on the wheel in that familiar way i’ve never seen before,
your sleeves rolled up and tie loosened because you really hate dressing up.
your head barely touching the roof because you’re a lot taller now,
your hair falling into your right eye because you style it differently than before.
talking about how the lord of the rings is a great movie and that i need to watch it soon.
i don’t know why i didn’t just look, even stare,
maybe i wasn’t thinking at the moment.
living in the moment, rather, enjoying the swooping of my stomach
(though whether it was from the speed or your smile i’m not sure).
and i can’t think of any other reason,
except that i was scared
of what i would see,
and what i might fall in love with all over again.