passenger seat

I roll the window down
And then begin to breathe in
The darkest country road
And the strong scent of evergreen
From the passenger seat as you are driving me home.

Then looking upwards
I strain my eyes and try
To tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites
From the passenger seat as you are driving me home.

"Do they collide?"
I ask and you smile.
With my feet on the dash
The world doesn't matter.

When you feel embarrassed then I'll be your pride
When you need directions then I'll be the guide
For all time.
For all time.

--
april 5th.
it was your family barbeque. most of the time you were yelling because there were huge bees flying around you. i recall hearing "if i was a boy" by beyonce through the window of your aunt's house, and telling you that song used to make me so sad. but at that moment i wasn't. you said you felt like driving, you wanted to ditch the barbeque so we did. we were driving around big neighborhoods, looking for our future house. we took a different route and ended up at brigands quay. then we found that house in the corner. it was so different, so beautiful. "That will be our house someday." "It will," and you squeezed my hand very tightly as your attention focused from that house, to me, to the road. We went thrifting and you bought me that skirt. I remember the cashier complimented you about your hair when she was checking your ID. we went to a few more stores, with nothing in hand and we went to Mount Trashmore to see the sunset. We laid on the grass, with other couples surrounding us as we laughed and laughed. I tried to bite your extra skin on your chin, you were so scared cause i was actually going to do it, and i was sucessful. And then we saw the sun set over the city. We went back to your house, tired and sleepy. We left your house earlier than expected and went to "house." I remember Death Cab For Cutie playing. We were panicking, scared, and i was shaking. Through out the car ride you never let go of my hand. You walked me to my door and you held me close. "I will never leave you, I promise," you said, so assuringly. I knew i was in good hands. That night you drove, like you said you wanted to. You weren't alone and thank goodness for that. Two hours later you appeared in front of my window, i opened it and we kissed. You took my hands again and said, "I will never leave you, I promise." You jumped the fence once more, leaving with a scratch, leaving relieved. I knew i was in good hands, you took care of me.

When you feel embarrassed then I'll be your pride
When you need directions then I'll be the guide
For all time.
For all time.