Whenever he journeys he looks for her car, white and small. Maybe she has sold it. There are many small white cars. Only one of her. He thinks that she may have moved away, somewhere distant. She has moved on. There are many places she can go. She is distant. It has been two years since they met, for coffee and tears. He remembers still. There are many Touching memories. He is where he was. There, he sees a car, it’s small and white, driving past fast. Can it be her? Is it? There are many small white cars. This car is hers. And as she passes him She double takes She has noticed. He is rigid at the kerb. There are many places she can go. She parks nearby. He crosses the road, his heart is pounding, He wants something. All he wants is her. There are many Strong feelings. He walks to his car. He turns the key, turns off the radio and she is walking, from her car to his. There are many Things to say Will he ever say them? He is thinking words to say to her as he pulls forward and their paths cross. There are many places they could meet. They are meeting now. She says 'Hi' and 'what are you doing here?’ and his voice cracks, His language scrambles There are many Words to choose from. He is lost in his car. He says ‘I’m sorry' and 'I have to go.’ and he drives off watching her grow small. He has had many Fucked interactions His face is wet.