Streetlamp hum on the windshield

Half-warm fries on the floor

Your name cracked in my voicemail

Saying "I can't do this anymore"

My hoodie smells like your shampoo

Three weeks

Still won't wash it out

Every clock's talking in circles

Every thought's just you

Then doubt

So I drive

Just to keep the engine warm

This is how it ends

In slow rotation

Headlights carving our confession in the dark

You said "drive safe" like a benediction

Then you left me with the keys and the engine still warm

Slow-motion crash in an empty church parking lot

Dragging my faith through the gravel and the oil spots

We used to park by the dumpsters

Trade secrets over cold fries

You'd write maps on my forearm

Tiny arrows to your tired eyes

Now my hands shake on the steering

Cup holder full of old receipts

Lists we never finished

Ink stains that just say repeat

So I drive

Just to keep the engine warm

This is how it ends

In slow rotation

Headlights carving our confession in the dark

You said "drive safe" like a benediction

Then you left me with the keys and the engine still warm

Slow-motion crash in an empty church parking lot

Dragging my faith through the gravel and the oil spots

I rewind the fight in fragments

Cut your silence into sound

Pull your "sorry" through a filter

Till it's pitched so low it drowns

If I flood my lungs with memory

Will I hear you clear at last? (oh)

Or just thirty versions of you leaving

Dragging vowels till they crack

This is how it ends

In slow rotation

Headlights carving our confession in the dark

You said "drive safe" like a benediction

Now I'm praying to the dents in this borrowed car

Slow-motion crash in an empty church parking lot

Your ghost in the glass

Saying "go"

And I stay parked

RoscoeTT - 2026