4/07/18

He drove like he was trying to get away from something,

at the time I was trying to do the same myself,

so I became his passenger.

We spent countless summer nights

driving through the darkness,

windows rolled down and music blasting.

When we drove into the city,

I watched the lights whip past like shooting stars,

and listened to the sounds of the engine echo through the tunnels.

He was fearless,

in a time when I was afraid of everything,

my knuckles grew white from holding on tight.

Red and blue lights never fazed him,

they were part of the thrill,

after all, he knew the rules just well enough to break them.

Faster and faster we went,

I felt my heart exploding in my chest,

until I wasn’t afraid anymore.