Seventeen
I am holding your hand as I drive
Undeterred by the obligations of a manual transmission
Stealing kisses at every red light
Sneaking secret sideways glances
Pretending I haven’t already memorized the colors and lines of your face
I use playlists to send you coded messages
Acrostic song titles and lyrical confessions
You are unquestioningly Out of My League
And I am The Luckiest
I know your phone number by heart
Your birthday, your laughter
Your pain
I live to hear that smile in your voice
The way you never say my name
Tell me every detail about your day
Tell me every story from your life
Let me live vicariously through your memory
As if I were there with you, as if
There was never a moment when you were not mine to love