Week 22

We went for a drive last night
to capture the northern lights
but they weren't there
where we could see them.

I rolled the window down
and stuck my head out the window
with the breeze blowing red on my cheeks.
My hair danced
the stars were bright,
I sat there
confusing clouds for those elusive lights.

The cool air felt fresh
unlike every single emotion
that was recycled in my poor stale heart
I wish every night felt like that,
Leonard Cohen crooning in my car
on a broken speaker,
me falling back in love with you,
you already loving me.

That one night isn't enough to last a lifetime,
but maybe we can start again
one night at a time,
until before we knew it,
it lasted the lifetime.