Scars

Do you remember when we ended up at that scrapyard? (Running some errand for your mother or mine) The cars were lined up Bonnets crushed Windows smashed Seat stuffing gathering in foot wells And you slid your fingers between my own and squeezed Bone against bone. You said you never felt so alone. I saw metal You saw flesh I saw half empty boots And you saw half fulfilled potential I saw families just trying to get by Swapping crumpled aluminium for crisp clean notes You saw us. Wasted on gravel Stripped of names and memories Left only as scarred shells That would soon be melted down And forgotten That night we made love in your car Let hips press against hips Let hips press against steering wheel Your fingers grasped at torn interior And we moved to the rhythm of a radio That couldn’t quite find its station