Once,
there was a sound called breathing,
called idling, called waiting
in your car for a "whatcha doing
next Saturday", for an "I'll call
you tomorrow", for an "I had a good time
tonight", for a paralyzing moment
of fear to end, for that should
I just say goodnight and go to end,
not knowing in the silence of our breathing
that all you wanted was a gentle goodnight kiss
before I darted from your car.