Rita's Car

Rita’s car

Didn’t expect me

And like the taco man

Didn’t know how to react

To the tears from a thirty two

Minute phone call.

Goodbye could never be sufficient.

Reluctantly

I let your messages

Trickle out of my inbox.

The rattling radio plays “Just the Way You Are.”

I can’t help but feel that

Love songs have a new voice

A different sound.

I think

I want to be an artist.

Have my name in the paper

Towards the back

Where only you would find it.

Or an author

So you could read and understand

Every comma

Because I never told you

That Sage knocked the bumper

Off of the car

That I learned a new song

On the guitar.

For now

It has to be enough

To know you are wondering

And the string

Cannot be tampered with.