The passenger seat of your car will always feel familiar
Cool breeze and streaming sunlight
My hair a knotted and tangled mess
You laugh and try to fix it, but it never looks quite right
Nirvana blaring through your speakers for the hundredth time this week
You wear the same gray jacket that smells so much like you
And I wear the same smile
Neither of us speak, not because we're angry or tired
But simply because there is nothing to say
You tell me everything in every gentle squeeze of my hand

We are in love