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.
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.