It was the in-between.
The moments where we rode together home with no words.
It was just the ride.
The evening beacons (streetlights) guided us home.
Our bikes we like cars to us.
Taken us to unknown places.
It was the in-between.
The moments we drove together into the night.
Leaving the evening beacons (streetlights) behind.
Ventured into the unknown of the dark with headlights leading the way.
Music carried on conversations about fell on black days and interstate love songs.
Some sang about the crashes of lightning and being far behind.
Our car was like a spaceship to us.
Taken us further into unknown places.
It was the in-between.
The moments where you would come down and just visit.
Under the evening beacons (streetlights) we conversed about it all.
Words took us past the farthest reaches of the unknown and further inward.
It's a forever expanse.
Music was there still. Bluetooth into some speaker.
We revisit the sites of our reached destinations.
Our visits were like a time machine to us.
Taken us to any point in time we desire.