White Chevy Malibu

For every white car I see the memories come flooding back

it was a typical New England Autumn night

crisp air nipped at my nose

but I didn’t mind

I was with you

we drove through our little ghost town in your white chevy malibu

on wet pavement

in the midst of shy smiles

and timid conversation

you told me stories of Tom Sawyer like adventures with your friends

and I hung on every word

you talked about your fear of stepping into the real world in only a matter of months

and I felt privileged to witness your vulnerable side

with every word

and every sentence

and every look

I became more and more enthralled

I saw galaxies in your eyes and a fire burned in my heart

it was only after we said our goodbyes that I let my hair down

plopped onto my bed wearing a dopey grin

memorising every word you spoke

like they were the lyrics to my old favorite song

every now and again I catch myself peering into the windows of a white car I might come across

hoping to catch a glimpse of the silhouette that broke me

I still dream of that Fall evening in your white Chevy Malibu

even now