I love my car

I love my car.
Some would say, this cannot be,
For feelings are reserved for life alone.
Really?
Perhaps feelings have more to do
With actions and connections,
Whether or not the other breathes
Or enjoys a nice meal of gasoline:
Love is blind to trifles like these.

I love my car,
Not for its speed, but for its
Steadfast loyalty, for all the times
We spent in song, for the
Times I cried and it was there,
My head buried against his side,
Tears streaming down the well-worn cloth.
He never once thought to drive away,
For he could not move; but here, I was safe.

A good friend listens, hesitates to judge,
Because there is much she cannot know.
And every person is beautiful, hiding much
But striving to let it go.
My car knows this instinctively,
Or should I say, fails to overthink,
As many of us, blessed with human minds,
Often struggle with thought, act like fools,
Or leave.

I love my car, not as human love,
But as love for something innately real,
A friend who never thinks too much
But waits for me, no matter what life brings.


*Side note:* My car has twice saved my life from really serious car accidents that didn't happen because he listened to my hands and felt the road and a way out. We can all learn from him, even though he is not alive in the sense we normally think of. He reminds me of the Tin Man, though you guys are free to make your own comparisons!