Her

We drive along in silence;

Not a nervous silence

Or a silence heavy with things unsaid

But a silence that feels like an old winter shirt---soft, and broken-in in all the right places

A comfort

A reminder of all she is

Everything she does for me

A list to long to write

Three million entries at least

(one per second?)

I try to capture the feeling of her there next to me

So that I can slip it on whenever I need

On a cold grey day, alone with my thoughts