I should have listened to the weather,
Ice cream sitting in its freezing point.
I should have listened to the way he touched me during 6th period.
I said, “Stop, you’re distracting me!” but he smiled, and I did too.
I should have listened to his car at the bottom of my street
that never met my driveway.
It bumped and banged, it belonged in a dump.?But it’s a stick shift— “Classy,” I say.
I should have listened to the setting sun beyond the field.
It will be dark soon, an adventure.
I should have listened to the empty parking lot.
And it’s dark now. And the ice cream has not been touched, only spilled. 
I throw away $6.87 and two spoons.
I should have listened as he took the wrong turn as his GPS said
“Please proceed to the route”.
I am scared, I think.
I should have listened to his hand inching up my thigh.
I cannot speak and I cannot think.?I listened to the music. I watched the road. 
I listened to his car rattle away and I never looked back
As he left with a part of me.