Driving thoughts

There were times I could have stolen a kiss and waited to see what that meant to you. It crossed my mind so often I was paralyzed by what I feared. And now I am still pondering my "what if...?" and "why didn't I?" as I drive to my empty house under the layers of night stretched across a western sky. Sometimes my mental conversations with you feel vivid in emotion as if you, too, converse with me from your solitary place far from here. I imagine... If I had stolen a kiss would this moment be different?