I smothered him,
put right out,
that torch he was carrying for me.

He so gentlemanly,
looked out for me
more than I myself.

He worried about
my manic behavior,
backed off.

Or  did I push him off,
for fear he was enabling me.

Regardless, that man shook me up.

He had me from,
"Thanks for the ride."
I think he fell for my crazy honesty,
"You sound like a kitten purring when you sleep."

Our random,
let's just drive
adventures.

Talking about life,
while we smoke,
and then talking about death.

We skipped our whole lives,
crammed into one moment,
life then death.

I guess it makes sense,
because we lived in just that moment,
every moment we were together.

Due to this grand illusion,
I experienced
a lifetime of love in 3 weeks.