Remember that time I offered you a ride but you said
you already had one
with one of the
guys.
Which is funny because you once said to me,
"I love riding with you,"
Because I sang along to the radio
and danced in my seat.
Do you remember telling me
that I
made a purple sweater and a magenta cap
look beautiful.
Because I remember you taking the time to
message me that.
I remember driving a car illegally,
that is,
without a license
to pick you up at
midnight.
I remember the way you looked at me.
And I remember the way
you treated me
after I became
dead weight.
I remember when you put your hand atop my hand
and
pretended like nothing had happened.
The worst strangers
are the ones
you used to know.