Normally, when you're missing someone,
You think you see them everywhere.
You see their face in everybody's face that passes by,
Hoping against all logic that it's them.
You hear their voice in everybody else's,
Thinking for just a
Heartbreaking second that you hear their laugh.
But not me.
For me, it's your car.
Every car I see that's even remotely a gold shade,
I think is yours.
My heart leaps, and a kind of
Happy panic shoots through my chest,
And sometimes I physically jump.
Then when I look closer, it's
Not you in the driver's seat, and it doesn't
Have the same dent as yours does on the fender.
It's not the car where our hands intertwined,
Our lips touched,
Our souls met.
It's not the car where our favorite songs
Blasted from the speakers and
Our voices joined together in a familiar duet.
It's not the car where I sobbed into
Your shoulder during a panic attack, and
You kissed my hair and whispered memories of
Sunny days and giggles into my ear.
It's not the car where you told me about
Your hopes and dreams,
Flinging your hands this way and that,
Showing me all of the places you wanted to travel,
All the wonders you wanted to see.
It's not the car where I finally took the chance
And leaned across the cup holders and
Pressed my lips against yours, and
They fit so perfectly it was like
We were a lock and key.
It's not the car where I fell in love with you.
But I think it is.
This has been in my drafts for too long! :)