Rain
on the windshield,
wipers moving slow
City lights blur like the nights I used to know
Turn left on Maple,
didn't mean to come this way
But muscle memory drives me past the old cafe
Neon signs still flickering open all night
That corner booth by the window glowing soft and white
We sat there nervous,
sharing fries and shaky laughs
You stole a sip of my coffee,
said it tasted like the past
Grip in the wheel,
tighter as I roll on by Heart does a double take,
like you're still inside
The diner hasn't changed,
but everything else has I'm just a ghost in traffic,
reliving what we had
Hands are turning two,
knuckles turning white Driving past the
place where you first felt like mine
I should keep going,
but the light turns red And I sit here breathing you instead
Radio plays low,
sun chill beat with no words
Fills the empty seat where you used to hum along first
I wonder if you ever drive this road
anymore Or if you found new corners,
new doors
The waitress probably still works the late shift there
Pouring endless coffee for lonely hearts in pairs
Does she remember us,
the kids who couldn't stop smiling?
Or have a thousand new stories,
covered up our writing?
Grip in the wheel,
tighter as I roll on by
Heart does a double take,
like you're still
inside The diner hasn't changed,
but everything
else has
I'm just a ghost in traffic,
reliving what
we had
Hands are turning two, knuckles turning
white Driving past the place where you first felt
like mine I should keep going,
but the light turns
red And I sit here breathing you instead
One day
I'll take a different route Avoid this street,
let the memory fade out
But tonight the rain keeps pulling me near
To the corner booth that isn't there
Flipping the wheel,
looser as the light turns green
Finally rolling forward,
leaving you on the screen
Of my rearview mirror,
shrinking small and bright
The diner glow,
fading into the night
I loosen my hands,
let the aches settle in Driving to tomorrow where you've never been
But I know some nights,
when the rain
falls again
I'll grip the wheel tighter,
and pass
by
once more
Corner booth,
empty now
Grip in the wheel
First day lights,
fading now