Man Overboard

I drove through Berlin tonight.
Straight shot down the highway and through my chest.
And I thought about missing you and the meaning of the word futile.
I walked around this rainy college campus
on a Sunday for three hours.
I thought about home and how you wouldn’t be there.
And I thought of me and how you just don’t care.
But I could swear I saw your reflection
in the puddle of rain on the concrete.