cars passed
headlights gleamed onto your impeccable face
and
your eyes were incandescent
my throat was rough
like the sandpaper that sits in a box in my garage  
and
i detained my sobs

your truck was stagnant
and
i wanted it to stay that way
i wanted to throw your keys down the disheveled sewer
and
i wanted you to stay
but we both knew that couldn't be done  
and
i'm not sure why saying goodbye is so difficult
but i didn't want you to leave
and
my hands didn't want to desert yours
they never do
and
i already miss you