is like sitting in the backseat of a car
late at night,
when the world seems endless
catching glimpses of it in streetlights
flashing in and out of sight
tracing patterns on the window
with steamed breath and seeing the glow
catch the love heart you’ve so diligently drawn

you could turn on the light but
you don’t want this moment to shatter
the peace between you and the open road
the radio on low and humming
headlights breaking through the dark
trying to chase the moon
while it follows you
and wondering if its watching you too

it’s like falling asleep
with your head against the seatbelt
and your parents silent in the front seat
letting the road stretch out in front
forever

Image courtesy of Evgeni Tcherkasski.

Categories: PoetryTags: love, Poetry, romance