• Waiting to get out of the car in the idling driveway
  I’m not afraid of not seeing you again anymore
  I guess the ache is more familiar now
  Like when I stopped noticing my dad’s empties 
  Or the sound of the train we used to announce as an event 
  There’s a place in my sweater lining chest 
  just for it
  That I like to examine every now and then 
  Gently grazing the edges of your missing
  Until it feels good