I can see her from where I sit
her reflection, a trick of the light
and I can see from where I sit
that she longs for the heavy press of his body against hers
and I can tell where I stand because
that look is as much a memory as it is a desire

Later I watch them kiss in the rearview mirror
it is hard not to watch
it is hard not be jealous
but I am anyway

In the end, I hope it is better this way
I hope that he can sew her up
and stop her bleeding, shut her wound
I held for her a moment's passion
a day's, a month's at most
but no more

I sigh for all the little things
band-aids, kool-aid and baby broken hearts
then turn back and watch the road

AcB 04.04.01