parking lot

do you think of me?

when I’m in my car, I wish it were your hands on my steering wheel.

did you ever care for me?

when I saw you,

I felt my soul leave my body. my ghost staring at my empty, trembling shell of a body from across the room.

off-centered, exposed, vulnerable.

do you want me haunted by your silence?

just when the consuming thoughts of you were finally fading,

the universe placed you in front of me—

perhaps a lesson for me: come back to myself, back to my center

perhaps a reminder for you: you can’t outrun your feelings or avoid the shame of discarding me without emotional responsibility forever.

If I was dying, would you remain silent?

If I died, would your silence survive me?