Stages

We sit in your car
Sweaty, awkward teenagers
I make a cheesy comment
About the air freshener

"Those things never smell
Like pine trees.
Who are they kidding?"

Sun sets and time passes
Fake pine turns to gym socks
Loose change and homework
Cluttering back seats
French fries from McDonald's
Lining the floor beneath our feet

"Pick them up. That's gross."

You laugh, smile, insist,
"They add character."

Things change
Things stay the same
Through the stages
Through the ages
French fries remain
Awkwardness goes far, far away
We're left with a relationship
And arusty '87 Chevrolet