The Restrained Companion

The thrill of a Friday night
endless stars
counted
chased
 
Alone in the K car
two of us
mixed tapes
painfully edited  
with explanations
 
We could talk for hours
or just sit silently  
 
But I was never aggressive
and I had heard that turned you off
 
I could wait for an eternity
basking in that possibility
that we might touch,
even kiss
 
The bravery never came
and you grew tired of waiting
and wondering
 
Of course, I cried
but I never could blame you
 
I still pause  
when stars reveal themselves on clear nights
and I always think of you.