#ilane

we sat in your car on the highway in bumper to bumper traffic as my feet hung out the window. a Newport lit in your hand and a wild fire sunset painted reds and pinks along the sky behind us. you looked at me and asked if i would ever write poetry about you, taking another drag. i laughed but made no advance to reply. with the warm breeze blowing through my hair and flames licking up the mountain side as we drove past, i wondered if i would let myself even dream of a time where you could possibly feel the same way i do. because what you lacked in communication and emotion, you made up for at 2am in your bed with no clothes and the comforters kicked to the floor and my lips on yours.

Reflect as if you have all of time, even when time is short.