Predictions

You are predictable.
The sad drives I take can never get me far enough away from you.
But tonight,
amidst the noise,
the empty gas tank signal,
my phone battery going critical.
I had my own little prediction.
Fancy that.
It was the summer and we were apart.
And all your little declarations of love,
were nothing but just that.
Little.
And I said,
maybe not far enough away.
But, oh! so predictable.