You don’t care anymore

But I made it home safely. I fell
asleep at every red light and let the rattle
of the engine be my lullaby, but I made it
home safely. But you don’t know that,
and you won’t, even as the moon 

lets you know that she too made it
home safely, lets you know
as the sun wakes up tomorrow

and you remember that you can’t 
remember 
if we said goodbye, and it’s then,
as the blinds fail to keep the sun out,
that you’ll wonder.