Day 345 – Steering Wheel

I never had to drive when we went
to the city– my car was a mess
with no hubcaps left
and I was a nervous wreck
slamming both feet on
imaginary brakes,
too panicked for parking.

But you had steady hands
and a cool head in traffic
and I was better suited
to picking the music
so I never drove down the mountain
and I blamed it on you.

I see now the lights,
our city at night is a beauty
I barely caught while falling asleep
in the passenger seat–
the view’s more grand with
the steering wheel in my hands
and that was never your fault.