My iPod serenades me softly,
vibrating into my back,
up to my eardrums,
and around my head,
but I don’t hear it.

The steering wheel strums
the chords of sweet memories
beneath my palms
as though I can stroke them
between my fingertips.

I stare at the road before me,
but it is left unseen.
Point A to point B
is a miracle,
point A too difficult to leave.

Take a piece of my heart with you when you go,
and I’ll put you in its place.
I’ll keep it well protected with this shield
we’ve formed so slowly.
Put down your swords, and dry your tears,
for the best is yet to come.
Take a piece of my heart with you when you go,
and I’ll never leave your side.

Forever, we are full.

At a twisted hill and halt
a twinkle on my wrist
begins,
“Our friendship,
beautifully infinite…”
We’ve yet to write the rest.