Windows are down,
the wind combing within our hair
as we make off the town,
time became unaware.
Sunset fades behind us,
the faint flicker of stars appearing.
Is this the time to discuss?
both of our unspoken feelings.
A long stretch of highway,
no end to set eyes on.
But it’s fine cause you are the display.
I hope this time I won.
Admiring glances fly between us,
our eyes telling a thousand words,
hands begin to adjust,
this action is out of nerves.
Feeling the connection,
one hand on the wheel and another on a thigh.
Driving without direction,
wishing that there’ll be no goodbyes.
The radio operating soft tunes,
reaching through our ears.
Travelling below the full moon,
Hoping this trip lasted for years.
