and he always thought too much
but he really didn’t mind
it helped him when he was alone
it helped him pass the time
then she came along
adding and aiding in his
cognitive aviation
the two entangled in
limitless skies of lucidity
and clouds of
thought and sedation
and like the clouds
she too had vanished
leaving him alone with
clear skies and confusion
realizing all that was damaged
immersed in static thought
from drought-induced delusions

silence
except the soft piano riffs of classic 60's covers
and the summer wind slipping past the parted windows
as we drive through a different world
where the daily countryside encapsulates
and the sentinel stars coagulate
into a calming blanket of condensation
where serotonin and melatonin miscibles reign supreme
silence
except for the soft squeeze of my hand in hers
the symphonized beat of two hearts stitched as one
and the subtle sigh of mother nature's languid lullaby
beneath the masked face of the full moon
we drive through a different world
and wonder how something so special
can be a secret
kept between
only us