I have driven many miles with you in my passenger seat
Your blue eyes shimmering in the hot sunlight
My hand rests in yours
My eyes flicker to the edge of my pink rimmed Ray Bans,
to glance at the beautiful sight
But now the seat remains empty.
although, I do not.
I do not cry over the end of things
In fact, I smile,
because I drive many miles with the memory of you in my passenger seat