a term nears it's end while i
can only look away
thinking of US routes and interstates
fifth gear and i'm gone

i slide into the cool
black leather bucket seat
one thumb on the steering wheel
the clutch as smooth as your arm
resting on mine

    - i think on my last trip i
      crossed the double yellow lines
      in a way, and i, as i tumbled, 
      i could hear Tyler's voice,
      berating me - "You have no idea
      what the bottom will be like." -

one more term has ended and i
can think only of my home and bed.
i climb into my empty car,
my grip tightening every time
i check the blind spot and glimpse
the smooth leather where
your body used to be.