Chicken Finger Cop

I look forward to looking back.
Not through rear view mirrors. Because, then you would have seen the cops lights flashing.
But with you in my mind.
I will look back and see your eyes smiling. Mine smiling back.
Laughing like teenagers who have just gotten caught speeding.
Yet, we drove too slow,
sat too still,
found the sauce sticking between our fingers-
and our laughter fogging the windows.
I will look back with longing. I will turn my entire body back- to catch the way we have started to grow old together.
Some people have memories. We will have living memories.
Because whatever we have done together- we will do together again.