• I find myself sitting here more recently.
    Sitting always by your right side.
    Your right hand has to shift gears.
    But you take my hand like its part of you.
    Driving around, green bags on my lap.
    They're warm like my heart towards you.
    I listen to your voice always.
    It's soft like the growl of a jungle cat.
    My eyes are usually out the window.
    You can let go to switch gears.
    I'm not leaving you now.
    The time is short during the drive.
    Your car is fast like a startled rabbit.
    You go up to a stranger's front door.
    Hoping for more than petty change.
    You return and we kiss - I feel awkward.
    We're in front of some random house.
    Next destination - a street I've never heard of.
    You take my hand in your right again.
    Now you try to shift with your left.