My First [Car] Love

I met her on a Tuesday
After work

She was confident
No hiding grays
No pretend spryness
No imperfection could make her blush

Yes, she will teach me a thing or two

Her current love was there
Looking longingly at his first
Knowing it was time to let go
He reluctantly handed her over
To me

I was not her first
I sensed
I would be
Her last

We drove away
And got right to
That awkward getting to know each other phase

Touching
Smelling
Listening
Neither holding back

I knew instantly
This little shit box--
As she came to be known--
Would take me
For one helluva ride.