The Drive

I pick you up but we can’t be seen

They wouldn’t understand

That what we need is time

to talk, to laugh, to manage

feelings

 

You ask to drive and I can’t wait

Here I can listen, and love, and stare

At you

 

You give me everything I want

Love, Honesty, Joy

But I want more

 

We can’t.

 

I don’t want this to be wrong

(I need this to be right)

She also gives love, honesty, joy

And I’ve committed

So why, when you give them, do I fall?

 

It’s too late…I’ve fallen.

 

We will continue to drive

And we will manage.

I wonder how far we will get

Before the longing for more starts to fade.

 

I’m not sure where we’re going

But I so love the journey.

 

I love when you drive.

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