turn the corner
the radio down
the windows up
turn the picture
till it looks right
turn the car
the key
the other cheek
turn the snow
to wet streams
and damp moss
turn the signal on
the signal off
the wireless fidelity
still not linked
from one screen
to another
turn up the volume
the brightness
turn back
the seconds
now frozen
like winter frost
on chapped lips
turn back
the minutes
to the moment
you saw his smile
turning the corners
of your mouth
to meet his
Silent Soliloquy 
I simply love this. I feel like this poem takes you trough a large range of emotions, and sincerly, this is what I expect from a poem to do.
Thank you so much for reading and commenting, I appreciate the kind remarks.