David Dear

“The best love poems confirm something we secretly
felt but never said.” –Tess Gallagher

 

Not in that cab, or 

ever—so us, so  

always drunk, never 

sleeping it off 

together—that night 

riding home not to 

each other, back-seat 

ghost of you asking 

him to turn it up you 

liked the song I didn’t 

know and couldn’t make 

out the lyrics. Which 

seems now so like us, 

never turning our 

volume loud enough 

for either of us to 

know for sure what 

we weren’t playing.