She’s a little too buzzed to travel alone
so we drive home together.

It’s quieter than usual.
She’s worried about what she’s taken.
“I seem to be vibrating.”
“I think that’s just the car.”
“Oh.”
We lapse back into the silent mode.

“I don’t know what I was thinking,
taking that pill.
I’m too old for that kind of shit.”
“It’s a special day.
You’re allowed to splurge on days like this.”
“I appreciate you driving me,” she says.
“Sure.”

The rain continues on this special day.
We stop along the way
to get some water
and some cake.
It’s ugly out
so we partake within the car.

Eventually, we arrive
back at her place
where she disembarks,
stumbles,
and heads into her apartment.

I go the rest of the way to my home
alone.