I let the glow of the headlights
and the glow in your eyes
guide us home.
Faint chords of an old rock song
drifting out the radio,
your breath
fogging the window
You, me,
a billion points of light
hanging above our tired heads.
And then you whispered quietly to me:
"These are the moments I remember."
The cream of your voice
Dragged me back from the clouds
and I turned to you.
"these are the moments I live for."
The slight furl of your lips
and the reflection of the moon in your eyes
hurled me back into my daydreams.
And then we were silent.
And the world felt right.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 3:47 PM UTC
I let the glow of the headlights
and the glow in your eyes
guide us home.
Faint chords of an old rock song
drifting out the radio,
your breath
fogging the window
You, me,
a billion points of light
hanging above our tired heads.
And then you whispered quietly to me:
"These are the moments I remember."
The cream of your voice
Dragged me back from the clouds
and I turned to you.
"these are the moments I live for."
The slight furl of your lips
and the reflection of the moon in your eyes
hurled me back into my daydreams.
And then we were silent.
And the world felt right.
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