There’s this place

That exists

A fold in time

Where I was young

Still full of hope

Though dead inside

A wilted rose

Plucked before

A winter storm

Where I laid

In the back

As we rolled across

the concrete desert highway

The cuts in the road

Rocking and cradling me

Westwardly as we went

The sun ahead and night sky behind

Meeting to kiss the spine of the earth

A million stars shown overhead

The Eagles lulled me to that “far away”, on the radio

No seatbelt

Windows down

The smell of rain

freedom in the air

For at least a little while.


When it’s just you

And me

On an open interstate

Sunset in the review

I feel like I’m that girl


And again

You always

Taking me there

Just in the nick of time.