After that moment between
Me being with him and me being by myself is over,
I am finally able to smile.
I look at myself in the mirror and think about the seats of his truck
And how I am more familiar with them than I am my own car.
The aroma that is left lingering on me,
And my hair,
Is the smell I am all too familiar with.
It is the fragrance of home.
When I am with him, I am protected from the outside world,
And nothing makes me feel more secure than when I am in that red truck
With the boy behind the wheel.