I sucked in a deep breath,
struggled to concentrate on driving,
and actually did fairly well.
Then it was his turn to take the wheel.
He drove almost perfectly,
and it made me wonder
what it would be like to drive with him…
just us alone.
Maybe he’d reach over into the passenger seat
and squeeze my knee with affection…
I kept daydreaming
as our teacher asked him to drive himself home,
so I didn’t realize where we were headed until
he slid to a stop in his driveway.
I stared at his house, wishing
I could live there with him.