Park that car, drop that phone

We were driving, and my mind was paralyzed. But, the quiet is so damn comforting. We sat side by side on the overpass, looking down at everyone else, I felt lucky to be so content and so far away. Displacement. I like how it feels when your arm is draped around my side, your hands in my hair and the wind chilling my bones. The only thing between us, is my pomegranate chap stick. We start driving again, and we make every excuse to miss my exit over and over again.
"in the night the city's quiet
from the rooftop we can see the moon rise high above the clouds
just enough light to see our faces give expression to the words we thought, but didn't speak
and then you asked me a question that i won't forget
even if i spend my life trying to live up to what it means"
Ida- Late Blues