like the wildflowers on the side of the highway
memories and feelings spin away like the dotted line beside the swift tires.
days like summer carelessness, the wild roar of wind and your arm
draped across the seats' distance.
the softness in your eyes warm like honey, lazy, sleepy.
we say reckless things, but behind my eyes you're the one
i hold above all the rest. flaws and all.
can you say the same?
eight months of this and am i better than all your other best friends?
the different one, they say.
holding conversations with myself and sketching dreams in the
dirt. the clouds pristine against the amber of my eyes.
heat lightning flickers. the guitar strings trembling as our hands meet.