I Wish that I Could Be in the Front Seat of Your Car for the Rest of My Life

The summer heat

dropped

when we went out.

At first,

the sky was

Golden,

like your skin

and as

bright

as your hair.

We went some places,

laughed a bit,

tourtured each

other

like always.

Then,

the dark sky

turned blue

when I was

driving around

with you.

I couldn't care less

about who needed me.

Where anyone was.

I didn't care.

I would rather

sit next to you

seeing our world.

You

showed me things

that I've never seen.

Toke me places

that I've never been.

Made me

escape reality

for a while...

Those times,

are the best of times.

Irreplaceable.

We drove back home

and then looked at each other

and said no.

Let's keep going.

So we did.

More secret spots

and hideaway holes.

More laughter.

Good music.

More laughter.

More love.

At our witching hour,

we had to end it.

You asked me

if I needed to go.

I said,

I just want to

stay

in the frontseat

of your car

for the rest

of my

life.

And I meant it.

There was no other

place

I'd rather be

in that moment

than there;

in the front seat

of his car.

Bare feet on the

dash.

Shitty trap

playing

on the speakers.

Staying out

way too late.

Laughing

our assess off.

Coming back

from whatever.

There was no place

I'd rather be.