passenger seat

feet on a dashboard

I roll the window down
and then begin to breathe in
the darkest country road
and the strong scent of evergreen

from the passenger seat as you are driving me home

then looking upwards
I strain my eyes and try
to tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites

from the passenger seat as you are driving me home

“do they collide?”
I ask and you smile
with my feet on the dash
the world doesn’t matter

when you feel embarrassed then I’ll be your pride
when you need directions then I’ll be the guide
for all time
for all time

Any Thoughts to Share?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s