Long, winding road;
a busy street,
cars of every color
drive close together
like a school of fish
navigating through the ocean.
Dotted white lines
quickly become solid,
preventing the cars from
switching lanes...
we were supposed to be
over one to the right.
Cursing, then flooring,
and finally U-turning,
you maneuver your car
back around to
get to our destination.
Talking, singing, laughing--
the frustration of
missing our turn
dissipates quickly with
each other's company.
It's always a pleasure
getting lost with you--
every missed turn
is a new adventure,
and every wrong turn
reminds me how right
it feels being next to you.
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 1:57 PM UTC
Long, winding road;
a busy street,
cars of every color
drive close together
like a school of fish
navigating through the ocean.
Dotted white lines
quickly become solid,
preventing the cars from
switching lanes...
we were supposed to be
over one to the right.
Cursing, then flooring,
and finally U-turning,
you maneuver your car
back around to
get to our destination.
Talking, singing, laughing--
the frustration of
missing our turn
dissipates quickly with
each other's company.
It's always a pleasure
getting lost with you--
every missed turn
is a new adventure,
and every wrong turn
reminds me how right
it feels being next to you.
