that year, 3

there were many
long, weary
midnight drives

eyes brightened
by caffeine
and abandon

i learned the
curves of certain
highways well

she learned my
curves in the
backseat

those moonlit
rendezvous
still maintain

their romance
though age makes
them seem silly now

but that is
the point
isn’t it?

the way that
wild-eyed, almost
desperate, wanting

inspires a lack of
self-consciousness or
self-evaluation.

she always
made me coffee
before i left

sometimes we’d
share a packet
of instant ramen

and it always felt
so appropriate
to drive home
in light.

it sounds silly,
but i look
back and still

believe the loss of
sleep was
worth it.