how many times
have i stood beside your car
the window rolled down
our foreheads pressed together
and whispered
"drive safe"
and then
"i love you"
and then watched you pull away
your hand raised
and waiving
through the back window
and then gone inside to wait out the four or five or six hour agony
for the call
that tells me you've made it home okay
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