I made a playlist for you,
stitched together with borrowed melodies.
Tracks that felt like dusk on an empty road,
like headlights cutting through silence.

I think of you in motion—
ghosting through red lights,
one hand on the wheel,
the other almost reaching mine.
Close, but not close enough to hold.

I care for you still, and I will, forever.
That was my part of the deal, honest.
We spent so much time together,
but never in the ways that mattered.
Never in the ways that lasted.

Maybe in another life,
under another sky,
you’d turn the car around.
But love like this never stays parked,
it just fades, the way songs do
before the chorus ever comes.