Passenger's seat

Driving home from work, 
late at night,
I did for a minute dream,

and I looked over to the passenger's seat, 
where she sat so many times,

and in my minds eye, I could see her sitting there,
with her beautiful smile and sparkling eyes,
but if only for that minute,

till I did reach out to gently stroke her knee,
and my dream once more left me,
replaced by the nightmares of reality.

God, don’t you know how much I miss her?
Don’t you care? Can't you help me?