Feelings that I hide.

I do.

I drive around the streets you and I drove. Sober but very drunk on the feelings we shared.

I go to the places we both visited on happier days. I wish you were next to me there.

I recall the words we said. They were sweetly hidden between every kiss at a red light.

I remember you. Everything I do. Everything I say. And everywhere I go to. I do.