i will

[mestupworldx]

On an off white,
subtle morning you stretch
your legs in the front seat.
The road has made a vacuum
where our voices used to be.
And you lay your head onto my shoulder,
pour like water over me.
So if I just exist for the next ten minutes
of this drive that would be fine.
And all the trees that line
this curb would be rejoicing and alive.
Soon all the joy that pours from everything makes
fountains of your eyes because you finally
understand the movement of a hand waving you
good-bye.