Losing you to geography

"Are you scared?" you had teased
"No, don't be stupid," but I lied
"Would you have been scared if I said I was?"

I clutched at then seat belt

And I smiled while you drove
Three times we missed the exit
The train would have served me better
But it was you and me
you and a car

You will fly when you have once drove

but I will remember how you curled your phalanges around the wheel then

But you will not remember how my phalanges look like typing these now

You will not remember how my fingers will look like
when they have been finally conditioned to hold a cigarette stick

when they have been diseased by arthritis at 80

when they have once understood the curls of your hair in them