She gives me her sweet smile
over dramatic and eyes scrunched up
I play her my most softest music
It comes from a speaker sitting on her dashboard
Her radio hasn’t worked in years
Even though she doesn’t know the words she hums along perfectly
I glance towards her hands on the steering wheel
I admire how soft and full of talent they are
she is missing her left knuckle
Her hands look like mine but hers don’t shake like mine do
You must have steady hands to paint
I do not paint,
I write and play video games and catch frogs
She paints and reads and loves wine
I love when she is wine drunk
She will hold my hands and sit closer to me
tells me she loves me
calls me her "sweet friend"