I started up the engine;
it rose and fell
in its stuttering song;
I brought the wheels around,
creaking,
so I would leave
happy and reluctant.
Up, a shade
in the top window
your head would be there.
Yes, you were watching,
seeing me out,
listening to my car, so loud,
thunder and hum and
faintly fade.
I can leave because
I know your eyes
are on me as I do,
know that
you're not leaving
me behind when I go.