we were going towards somewhere,

i don’t know for how long or how far,

i just know we’re moving.

unlike before, where i only get hitched by

somebody else in their passenger seat

— not knowing when and where i’ll be dropped off,
loving its mystery;
the excitement —

i’m actually driving this time.
and you’re riding your own too.

we’re driving side by side.

either one of us could go ahead,

but we moved in one pace.

where will we go?

i don’t know.

i puff a cigarette.