This is what it felt like,

When I go for long drives,

I think of us.

The way that when the sun shines,

It’s perfect for those drives.

And when we would sit in your car,

How we would close the distance,

With your hand sitting on my knee.

I never said how comforting that was,

Like it was natural,

Just right.

You wanted to sing Michael Buble to me,

Some soft jazz,

And my laughter filled the small space,

On the inside of your car.

I think about how we looked,

To strangers in the lane over.

Did we look like lovers do?

Did they see what I saw?

Because you were great,

Incredible really.

In those moments where it was just you,

And me,

And the song on the radio,

We were good,

Whole,

Okay with who we were.

But then the world had something to say,

Someone else had something to say,

And you let their words fill you up,

And swallow you whole,

And soon after,

There wasn’t us.

But everyone else,

That ended this.

So,

You may not feel this,

But this is what it felt like,

On those long drives,

And every moment,

I spent my time with you.

~M.T.

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Author: mirandatran

In constant pursuit of my best life, best self, and the very things that set my soul on fire.

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