The Drive Home Poem by Stefan nnn

The evening draws to a close
Excuses are made and we
- say our goodbyes

On the drive home
you sleepily tell
- me you love me

I smile, soft, bemused
ask 'why? ', not
- that you say

But why, after all these years
why do you
- still love me?

I cannot think of reasons anymore
perhaps because
- it is so late

Though perhaps also it's
that we no longer
- need reasons

When we were strangers still
we did, as love was
- spiced with fear

But do we now? I ask, and turn
to see your reply
- but you are sleeping
- head on seatbelt.