Taillights glow
Like red stars
Constellations
On I-35 tonight
The lights of Ardmore
A galaxy ahead
Your phantom
Sits in the passenger side
Talking low
In a voice I barely hear
About the past
About tomorrow
Following me
Everywhere I go
I could drive
Ada to Dallas and back
And you’d still
Be murmuring
Can almost see
Your face in the light
Of the dashboard