YOU in my rear-view mirror.

I once felt that dread, those huge fingers,
dwarfing mine, across the asphalt,
sweaty warmth.

Never thought we would cease to be;
YOU and I
cease to be
WE.

Like the nasty feeling of a creepy crawling
down my sweaty neck, my arm raises,
a sticky splotch.

Nasty squishy was never you;
never meant to be
nasty
YOU.

The heat exists no more, extinguished,
by a sudden afternoon downpour, lukewarm,
an icy blue hue.

Hot was how I knew you;
icy blue hue
is not
YOU.

This is a crazy form poem. I should start filing patents for crazy forms. LOL!
The three word prompt (they are italicized in the poem) is from Three Word Wednesday.
Stumbled upon this site on Dheepikaa's blog.