oh lord...

Oh and the parked car, in the half light, the snow that haloed our heads. The muse of a knitted blanket; him and I. The long way home. Star swept over cattails. A seven hour summer drive. Sweat in sugary rivulets. Hands held like lips locked like eyelashes kissed. Swimming in thousands of footprints. And held, such as we were, in undeclared love. Waves of. Oh and the parked car, in the half light. I remember. A playground in setting suns. Shore sounds and cricket hums. I wonder if he ever misses us; all that was said and done.