Why not? What do you want me to do?

Should I pull my beat-to-crap 2006 Hyundai Sonata
Back, out of my driveway,
With the same ferocity as when I passed
You, the innocent biker now screaming at me,
So we can try this all again?

I won't speed past you or cut you off this time.
I'll wait for you,
Pedaling at a jogging pace,
So you don't have to yell at me
Over an accident that ‘nearly’ happened.

I was returning to retrieve my wallet,
Holding my probationary driver's license
That I tore out of an envelope last Tuesday.
I was in a rush and
I wasn't thinking and
I'm still learning how to drive and
I'm sorry.

I'm not asking for pity — or even forgiveness actually.
Even though I doubt you were actually in danger,
You're right to be angry.
That's why every wail ejected from your throat
Steals a little more air from my lungs.

Let us carry on
Like we're wandering planets.
Your bike was entangled in the gravity of my Sonata:
We'll still be coasting,
Just at a slightly different angle than before.