i saw you

driving

like always

on a monday afternoon

like a d r e a m

a split-second glance

and you were there.

in the exact same temperature, lighting

that used to make your

freckles glow and your lips

would become

magnetic.

i guess they probably

still. do.

and

there you were

red jeep

the back of your neck

i've always known the shape of you

and the way your shoulders

are broader than the seat.

and thank. god.

she wasn't in the car

because maybe

.just maybe.

you imagined me there

instead.

on that road to the

heaven / hell house.

good to see you.