Some of my happiest days on this earth
Have been spent driving south.
California bound, sunshine state of mind.
My memories of that time are rose tinted,
As if our entire trip had occurred in the golden hour.
Sleeping in your arms in the back of my car
Under the stars,
Surrounded by no one.
I now realize that I have no photographs of you
Because you were always on the other side of the camera.
Sure, mountains and beaches and sunsets are pretty
But they are not the things I want to remember about that summer.
I wish I could have a photo of us
Happy
As we were.
Something to commemorate
Eight thousand kilometers of blissful ignorance.
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 12:44 AM UTC
Some of my happiest days on this earth
Have been spent driving south.
California bound, sunshine state of mind.
My memories of that time are rose tinted,
As if our entire trip had occurred in the golden hour.
Sleeping in your arms in the back of my car
Under the stars,
Surrounded by no one.
I now realize that I have no photographs of you
Because you were always on the other side of the camera.
Sure, mountains and beaches and sunsets are pretty
But they are not the things I want to remember about that summer.
I wish I could have a photo of us
Happy
As we were.
Something to commemorate
Eight thousand kilometers of blissful ignorance.