Who We Were

 

When I look up at the stars,

I think of you.

Our six-in-the-morning

car rides, eyes wide

with dreams of after college,

of holding hands

city to city, of love

that withstands time

and five-hundred miles.

Our midnight trips

to starlit cow fields, nothing

in our way

except fear of the unknown.

When the darkness

crept up our necks we shivered,

shook it off

our backs and kept on driving,

our little world

still ready to explore.