Everything written after 2am and tagged parking lot.
You didn't step back and I didn't open the door. Nothing happened. That's the part I can't stop replaying.
An hour parked in my own driveway, engine off. Trying to find the thing that would notice if I just kept driving.
the wedding ended hours ago and i'm still parked outside my own place, in the suit, not going up yet.
I can't sleep, so I watch the parking lot from a dark window. There's a car where the camera can't reach, and someone's been sitting in it.
Nine years of being friends, and one hour at closing time where we weren't. We stood between our two cars and didn't use our keys.