one more letter.

dear molly,
if you need a reminder.. click here.
i miss you already.
you haven't even left.
you'll be home every weekend.

thanks for picking me up from the airport.
i'm glad you were the first person i spilled my feelings to.
and even though i read a magazine the whole way home..
your passenger seat was full of friendship happiness.
one more thing..

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 your guide.

for all time.