I heard Wild Horses in the car
and remembered our drive west
in your small red sports coupe.
The song and that event
have been one recalled experience
ever since.

Recently you were here,
I didn't call
I didn't need to
take that ride,
you must have felt the same
you didn't call.

What's left is the memory,
frozen like a block of ice,
which rises when the music plays
and as I drink it in
it makes me ache.