I miss driving with you.
Cruising down summer roads,
any roads
music up.
You ask me to
play you music that
I used to play when driving.
But I can't remember
any of those songs.
I miss the feeling,
the feeling of the steering wheel
beneath my wrists.
Miss the sounds and smells
Miss the feeling of being carefree.
We need a car of our own.
So I can drive you around
again.
My drivers license is sitting unused
after years of abuse.
I want to be your driver,
be your chariot.
There was something so sweet
about the in between moments.
Something I thought only I noticed.
But she noticed too.
In her minds eye.
She sees me see her,
hand on thigh.
I just want to drive her again.
I want to buy her a Mercedes Benz.
Just to chase those moments.
The ones in between.
Between home and destination.
Between heart and palpation.
Jul 21, 2021
Jul 21, 2021 at 11:02 PM UTC
I miss driving with you.
Cruising down summer roads,
any roads
music up.
You ask me to
play you music that
I used to play when driving.
But I can't remember
any of those songs.
I miss the feeling,
the feeling of the steering wheel
beneath my wrists.
Miss the sounds and smells
Miss the feeling of being carefree.
We need a car of our own.
So I can drive you around
again.
My drivers license is sitting unused
after years of abuse.
I want to be your driver,
be your chariot.
There was something so sweet
about the in between moments.
Something I thought only I noticed.
But she noticed too.
In her minds eye.
She sees me see her,
hand on thigh.
I just want to drive her again.
I want to buy her a Mercedes Benz.
Just to chase those moments.
The ones in between.
Between home and destination.
Between heart and palpation.
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