When you pulled me close in the Culvers parking lot leaning across the wide expanse of center console the seat belt digging into my shoulder my lips tingled as you told me you’d wanted to do that for a while. And I wanted you to do it for a while but before I knew it you were gone and I was alone in my Mini outside the movie theatre wishing we were in the same state. But even if we were both in Illinois you’d be in some altered state in some other parking lot in some other car with some other girl.
