No Longer Driving

As I sit in the passenger seat

And rearrange my feet

I ponder this man’s intentions

As we listen

To the sound that our minds make as we see that shooting star

And he says I know it’s cliché but I belong up where they are

and he acts like a gentleman

and I don’t know how to react

but he seems amused by the way

I cower when I can’t answer

what he asks.

And this is the first time ever

that I can remember feeling short

because no matter the intelligence

I always felt above his sort.

But he uses words like upwell

And melancholy

He has a library in his room

And knows more than me about everything

And for the first time in my whole life 

I feel intimidated

By a man.

And as were riding in his car

I don’t think he understands.