I’m driving you to your house

And there’s a song on the radio

I’ve come to call yours.

Every word perfectly fits

in my breaking heart for you.

So many nights driving alone

Singing through tears as I think of you.

And I sing along now as if you’re supposed

to know that every line is meant for you.

But as we pull up to your drive

I realize it’s just another

overplayed song on the radio to you.
– August 2018 (-)

 

The song this poem is about