I remember the day when you first
peeled rubber across my heart.
The tire tracks still lay there like a
messy signature written in gritty black ink.
Someday I might repave that highway,
seal that exit wound with fresh asphalt.
I dream of that construction job, yet
I sit here remembering the way
your bright sports car drove into my life.
I cannot find it in me to erase the
biggest, most wonderful mistake I ever made.
And I cannot forgive you, even though
I really miss you.