Driven

Tell me something, love, 

and let us paint 

the ceiling 

with our laughter. 

Roll down 

your windows 

and play me 

the music 

of all of my memories. 

We will sing, 

offbeat and 

out of tune- 

the only key we need 

is already 

in the ignition, 

and we will not 

linger at lights 

long enough 

to feel the stares 

we must be getting. 

Get in the car, beloved, 

and leave 

all of our problems

in the rear view mirror. 

All we need 

is this.