blue volkswagon

as your car
stalls and dies
and you manage
to get it to
side of the road
close to guard
rail, and the other
cars and trucks
roar by you,
each rush of wind
a reminder of
how we are all mere
inches from
death, you remember
the time jenny's
blue volkswagon
did the same
exact thing and
how she laughed
and said that
she hated this
car, let's get out
and walk. just
leave it and so
you did. but you
don't do it this
time. you were
younger then, and
falling and staying
in love
was easy, but
things have changed.
you could never
leave the car now.