So, you (poetry)

So, you
as I remember you
in my car

Sitting Shotgun
in a dress pulled up over your knees
faux embarrassed when the breeze caught it.

So, you
calling me from a state I've never been
an audio postcard with veiled references
I missed.

So, you
as you never were
waiting for me as I came home from work
sitting on the front steps, with two beers.

So, you
Once more driving through town,
visting some friends,

but not me.