How is it now?

It’s as if I was walking along the side of the road,

Hitchhiking.

You know,

Thumb out,

Cars past me by one by one,

None seemed to care or even see me at all,

But then you drove past,

Those bright brake lights a very welcome sight,

In this endless desert,

Of time and hopes.

I ran up,

Opened the door,

Climbed in.

Tossing my backpack on the floorboard,

Buckling up,

And looking over at you,

My God and you were beautiful.

Where you heading?

Anywhere but here,

Can you take me there?

Sure.

For miles and miles,

We drove,

Wind blowing,

Your laugh,

Your smile,

We talked forever,

The sun sank and rose,

How many times I couldn’t say,

But I loved watching the shadows,

Fall across your face,

In the endlessly changing light,

There was a moment,

And I swore we kissed,

Hands like the wind,

Feeling everything,

How we didn’t crash,

I didn’t care,

Perfect moments made then,

But all was made to end,

And so I saw my stop up ahead,

You must have seen it too,

Cause you slowed,

And you stopped talking,

You couldn’t even look my way,

As if I had done something horrible,

Then you said,

I’ll never forget this.

And for me,

I think it was enough,

Or all I would get,

The car stopped.

I opened the door.

I turned back to you.

And you looked at me again,

Those perfect eyes,

Penetrating,

Then I was on the road again,

And you were driving away.

Those memories burned in me forever,

And so I did what I had to do,

Started walking,

And raising my arm again,

Stuck out my thumb.