i miss your tires fighting the pavement under our legs i miss the wind slipping into the cracked windows i miss how everything turned into slosh as highways stretched
it always seemed as if they only elongated for us all packed into one car sharing slushies and eye-roll worthy jokes
nothing else mattered in those hours where we shared space nothing else seemed more important than each other's company nothing else sounds better
i've learned a lot about about gratitude in the past 188 days.