It was the car I bought entirely on my own.
It was the car I drove away from him.
It was the car I drove to the university.
It was the car I drove to New Orleans.
It was the car I drove to my girlfriend's every weekend.
It was the car I drove to Mister Boyfriend's house.
It was the car I drove to his mother's the summer his dad died.
It was the car I drove back and forth, back and forth that long hot summer.
It was the car I drove to the Cohabitat.
It was the car I drove to graduation.
It was the car I drove across the country to another life.
It was the car I drove to teach.
It was the car I drove after surgery.
It was the car I drove to my wedding.
It was the around-town car.
It was the hauling things car.
(It was a car you could haul a couch on top of. Which I did.)
It was the carousing with friends car.
It was the car I finally grew up in.
It was my car.

It's still my car for tonight. But after tomorrow, no more.