You Don't Know What Love Is

You don’t know what love is.
This is what love is:
I’m sleeping in the backseat
as Carter drives us
to his parents for Thanksgiving.
I’ve rented a car for us because the truck is acting up.
He later tells me that he glanced at me
as he was driving
that he found me so beautiful
that he wanted to reach out and pet me.
But then he thought,
no,
the best thing he could do for me
would be to drive
as best and as safely as he could.
You don’t know what love is.