A Break in a Joyride

I look at you.

I didn’t notice that all the while I was holding my breath. I am completely taken that I find it hard to concentrate on the road.

Not that I need to, you drive well.

I sense familiarity in your movements, as if you’ve been doing this all your life.
I guess you have, judging by the way your hand shape itself in the wheel.
Almost like a caress.

I held you with my eyes. It is almost impossible to tear them away from you.

You look at me and smile.

I love that smile. Your all-knowing smile.

I like the fact that you know I’ve been watching you.

I almost called your name out. Would have voiced out how I felt.

I failed to stop my gasp when you reached over to hold my hand.

I looked ahead now.

And for the first time, I noticed the sun in my face and the wind blowing my hair
The dirt covered road.
Our song in the radio.
The beating of your heart.
Your hand still holding mine.

I’m counting every minute. Trying to hold back time.
Because today we end this joyride.
But not now. Now is for feeling the warmth of your hand. And looking at the content of your smile.

Now I see “us”. Together.

Tomorrow we go back to finding reasons to wake up in the morning.

I’m not ready. Never was.
Coz in the end of this roadtrip, there’s no changing the truth.
I lost you along the way.

I reached over. As I always do.

But I find the seat cold, smooth and empty.

For in this journey, you are not mine. Not anymore.

This is inspired by a new friend i found. she may have lost someone in her journey, but i believe she will find the one for her along the way.