moon my friend

…windows down.
one hand on the wheel…
…friendly darkness around.
it’s the cold air that race against your face then unto your mind…
…the lone icon
the moon…
…where i see you
from time to time through the open sun roof…
…it’s the distant companion riding shot gun with me,
as i drive back from a night that was full of…
…hints of cigarette smoke, wandering eyes,
and hidden laughter
…its the song
in the background…
…consisting of a simple ballad
stuck on repeat…
…where i cant seem to change.
the headlights…
…they’re searching
to the left, to the right, and straight ahead…
…they look for movement
movement of any kind…
…watching for other cars, people, reflective lights
but mostly seen…
…are dashes of lines in the middle of the road
on the long way home…
…somehow southward bound on the 805
all it took was…
…like a quick flick of the high beams
against your eyes…
…i unwillingly look away
and my thoughts are taken hostage…
…which are now of you
no, not you…
…but you
the sun…
…im finally
home…