Next time

"Hey, I heard you don't have a ride,"
And before I know it, you're in the passenger seat and we're laughing together.
We sing the same songs on the radio and you compliment my voice.
We talk about our pasts and our dreams of the future.
We show each other the edges of our emotional scars,
And at some point, I tell you how much I've loved you.
Before I know it, you say it back,
"Actually, I just called my brother. He should be here any minute."
Maybe next time.