I liked when the sky opened up,
and a giant hand pierced the atmosphere,
And erased and erased.
Until there was nothing else.
There was the road,
There was the car,
There was us.
And I forgot our destination.
I forgot our beginning.
I think that made it easier.
I wonder what you see.
When the sky opens up, I mean.
Do you think about things like that?
You always did have a better memory than me.
As it turns out,
You remembered the destination.
You most definitely remembered the beginning.
I do wish you had told me.
The sky has closed up anyways.
You are preoccupied.
Trying not to miss our turn.
But you do miss our turn.
You apologize.
Little do you know,
I would be happy to miss every turn,
If it meant I could keep looking at the sky
And forgetting how you remembered.