Porchlight Bracelet

I'm sitting on the edge of the porch swing

Waiting on a motor that I know won't hum Fingering a silver

bead with your initial Tracing the lines with a cold wet thumb

And

my phone is face down on the railing Pretending I don't see

the screen go dark

There's a single yellow bulb

casting shadows

On the gravel driveway where you used to park (ooh,

used to park)

Now I'm driving in the dark just to feel the cold air

Passing through the window of this empty truck

Holding on to nothing but a silver thread Praying for some clarity,

running out of luck (ahh,

running out of luck)

Your headlights never hit the gravel bend Just the midnight freight train

rolling slow

I put the keys back in the ignition

And I let the dial-light glow

Just a silver bead

Under one porch light (shhh)