The Empty Passenger Seat

Your side of the car is empty. I still leave the space. We left the city after two. You fell asleep beside me. I drove until the streetlights Started fading one by one. Your coat was on the backseat. Your hand rested against the glass. Every time the road bent right, I thought you'd wake and say my name. I could turn the radio up. I could the silence break. But some things sound too honest When there's nothing left to say. I leave the space beside me. I leave the space beside me, Like you're coming back tonight. I leave the space beside me. I still leave your coat there Even though I know you won't come back. The space beside me. Like you're coming home. The road is almost empty. Rain starts tracing the glass. I-I-I stop at a service station and see your Name on my phone. I almost call you. I watch the screen go dark. Then I put the phone away And drive until the sky turns gray. I could turn the radio up. I could let the silence break. But some things sound too honest When there's nothing left to say. I leave the space beside me. I leave the space beside me, Like you're coming back tonight. I leave the space beside me. I still leave your coat there Even though I know you won't come back. The space beside me. Like you're coming home. Your side of the car is empty. I still leave the space.