On a non-stop eight hour drive,
we paused for fuel.
“What?” you asked
As you intercepted smirks
passed over your head,
when you climbed into the back seat
after the gas station bathroom break.
“Nothing,” we said, as we pulled
back onto the highway.
Even though your sister had been
traumatized when I left her
standing in the driveway as we tore off to the bus stop
while you waved at her from the back seat
and waited for me to notice,
when your dad slammed the car door,
and drove away,
destination in his mind,
she was the one who said,
so when you climbed into the car,
you never even knew
you’d ever been left behind.