Clocked out and driving home, 
radio loud enough for a silent street. 
I can still feel your hands and your
forehead, leaned against my shoulder 
to laugh.  We do this every night, 
four days a week, until the next one 
rolls around, fighting it 
both tooth and nail like two people 
who know they don’t need each other…
but the want is still 
there….lingering…