My phone is always sitting close to
3%
The gas tank continues to run almost
3 miles to empty
Lights on the dashboard glare at me with a sick
Reminder: I have no idea how long
The clicking sound under the hood
Has been there
Getting louder in the last
3 years
I've had this red deathtrap
Since I traded in the scarier
Little blue Honda
She bought for me
Before she died
Her stepchildren were already asking
About how much they would each get
As she continued to spend her savings
So nobody could have any
When she was gone
No longer giving me phone calls to
Remind me
The registration still needs to be
Renewed nearly
3 years later
Unwilling to replace the stickers
She placed on crooked
The license plate
Having to inevitably change
The numbers on the dashboard
Nagging at me about gas
3 miles to empty
A figure that means nothing
Without a reason to fill the tank and visit
Without a reason to pick up my phone
Never leaving it charged until it is on
3%
Knowing I won't ever get another call from her
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