with your deep brown
blue green misty eye gaze
your soft lips gently touching
my collar
your dark red blonde
hair lifting off your shoulders
dixie cup half full
half spilling onto the seat
laughter shaking us enough
to pull over pull each other
while the dashboard hums in unison
aftermath jokes only we comprehend
we speak of picket fences and lemonade
front porch parties for our families
tiny feet puttering over dirt and grass
gray hairs and soft mornings
dim light reading and early evenings
wait for us
I am simply
waiting for you