little pig does poetry
Numerous nights in your car,
I let you lead me a little
as I try to tackle another thought.
Keeping my focus ahead,
I stare blankly at
I don’t know what
while comfort comes
from you always
through your selection of songs
hair that fluffs in gentle waves
and smile of endless vibrance.
Neglected scenery passes like wind
as I attempt to inhale more deeply
with every mile we go, hoping
that once you rest your car,
I’d be able to breathe without trying.