you drove me in your car to see the planes
I watched them scrape the sky, you watched my face
the sound of the engines was too big for us to speak
it took the space from us, it sat in between
and you drove me home, we listened to our song
I play the guitar and you play the drums
and I said the beat sounds like a heart to me
then on your window I trace one in the steam
you park and I don’t leave, you talk and I don’t speak
you cry and I wish I could, when you ask I shrug and say I’m good
“Just Kids” finished it last week, you say you’re too slow to read
it’s okay, cuz I’ll wait for you
you know I’m waiting for you
you said I will be Patti, singing my poetry
and I said that you would be Robert, taking pictures of me
I’ll write the words if you take the shot
squeeze my hand, promise give I’ll give it all I got
we’ll share the room in the hotel
I don’t know if I asked if you got to the end
with the violet plaques, black and silver threads
there’s just some things that you left