Whatever happens. Whatever
I stand here, car after car, a rigid watcher of brake lights,
obsessing over the minutes that trickle through my grasp.
You are in the next lane, tapping the steering wheel,
Whatever happens. Whatever
I stand here, car after car, a rigid watcher of brake lights,
obsessing over the minutes that trickle through my grasp.
You are in the next lane, tapping the steering wheel,