Late valentine to the chauffeur, for all the world to see

I come to an end of my time as only a passenger.  My beloved has been my chauffeur.  I am glad for the coming independence.  I am also grateful for morning and evening conversations, the ways we both point out particular birds or signs or possibilities, the talk of the day ahead, and the day behind.  Most of all I am glad for the talk.

No one sits in the front seat

With the chauffeur,

Plays footsie or alternatively

Handsie,

Comments on the odd street signs,

The way the clouds move,

The particular order

To the day ahead.

Shall I pick you up at 4:30?

He says.

4:30 is good,

She says.

No one kisses the chauffeur

Goodbye,

Then waits to kiss him hello

When he returns.

No one that is,

But me,

Sits in the front seat

With the chauffeur without a hat

Plays handsie,

Waits to kiss him hello

When he returns.