I was driving and a song came on air.
Across the table,
Toes digging into lush carpet,
Pen twirled between fingers,
A frown of concentration.
You leaned over, sliding the tiny music player across the smooth surface.
Asked me to give it a listen.
It was a song I barely knew the title of but could hum the chorus.
I remembered how you asked me the meaning of three words.
And I, being a well of random knowledge couldn't provide the answer.
I know what the song is about, now.
But we're no longer sitting across each other.