Driving Home

So I’m driving home and there’s crazy traffic.

Backed up for miles.

I could’ve taken a different route.

But that would be too easy.

Anyway, the sun is setting and the sky is blowing up into this amazing pinkish hue.

This cotton candy sky reminds me of you and that pink iPhone you had when we first met in person.

So I start remembering our first encounter and how the sky that night looked exactly like this one.

Suddenly, our song comes on.

I mean, of course I put it on because my phone is connected to my car’s bluetooth.

But that’s not the point.

I start thinking about that traffic we were in together and how this time, it’s much different.

It’s lonelier.

The sky was perfectly blue.

I mean, at least I think it was; I was much more focused on you.

My eyes didn’t have this weird feeling.

Come on, what is this feeling?

It’s like pins and needles in the back of my eyes.

Tears?

What the fuck?

All I’m doing is reminiscing about the past and listening to our song and–

Oh.

Well, I guess that makes sense.

I thought doing it so much would have my eyes a desert by now.

I could text you.

But that would be too easy.

I could even call you.

Say “Hey, I really want to talk to you”.

Or “Actually, nevermind, I want to talk to you but I really don’t want to talk to you”.

But that would be too easy.

The light is green now so I better be going home.

Wait a minute.

How did I end up in your city?