You’re driving along the road,

just as you’ve always done,

nothing’s out of the ordinary,

but something’s different than usual,

something’s on your mind.

You notice that you’re looking at the other cars on the road,

not because you’re interested in their design, or their power,

but because you’re looking for one car, that one car.

It’s not your car, but it’s just as recognizable as your car is to you.

You’ve seen it so many times before,

parked near your house,

out on the road,

it’s even been in your parking spot before.

You’ve ridden in it many times,

and even driven it a few.

But that was a long time ago,

those times are behind you now,

times you’ll never get back.

But you still think about those times and that car,

in fact, you’re so used to seeing it that you’ve begun to instinctively look for it.

Driving down certain streets at specific times during the day,

passing through lots where it should be parked,

completely ignorant to the stalkerish mentality you’ve obtained.

Because you want to see that car again,

because you miss it dearly.

And even though you are going through all this unrest,

searching high and low for this car,

somewhere in the back of your mind,

you realize you may not actually want to see the car.

What if the car has changed?

What if it doesn’t want to see you?

…what if someone else has taken your seat in the car?

All these things race through your mind for days,

for weeks and yet,

for better or worse

you don’t see the car.

That’s not too uncommon though,

it’s a fairly large city after all,

and there’s more than one way to get around.

But you know the roads the car used to use,

you’ve been using them all this time as well.

Hell, you’ve gone out of your way to drive some of those roads,

all in hopes of just catching a glimpse of it,

only to come up short.

And yet you haven’t stopped trying,

you just can’t give up.

Maybe the reason you keep trying is because no matter what,

whether the outcome is good or bad,

you just want to see that car one more time.

And maybe one day,

whether it be out of either pure happenstance or luck,

you may stop next to it at a stop light,

and just maybe,

no matter how slim the chance is,

when you look over at the car,

you’ll get that smile you remember so well,

even if it’s just one last time.

So you keep driving,

day after day,

just as you’ve always done,

looking at the cars…

searching for that one car.