Disclaimer: SM owns it.
My entire body goes cold.
I slam my hands on the steering wheel.
Not enough.
I slam them again.
She can't do this.
She can't keep pushing me away.
I have to fix this.
Where do I go from here.
All of these thoughts are racing through my mind.
I don't respond.
What do I say?
What can I say?
I reach over to the glove compartment.
Rifling through all the shit that doesn't belong in there.
I reach the one thing that does.
It's a picture of Masen.
I remember the day I took this picture.
He had been so fussy.
He was getting his first tooth.
There was slobber all over his shirt.
He would only settle down when I held him.
He's reaching for me in the picture.
I feel like I'm standing back in that moment.
I capture the moment.
Put the camera down.
Pick up my baby boy.
The next day I left.