Why?

i was a parking meter and you were holding me, shaking me so that the quarters rattled around my head, and i was stuck in the concrete. you had tears in your eyes and they were starting to run down your face. you kept saying “why? how? could you do this?” i wanted so badly to tuck the strands of hair that hung over your face behind your ear. i wanted to hold you for one hour and forty five minutes. i wanted you to know that i felt the same way but i didn’t have arms.