and i love

i love driving

with you. when

your hand is on my lap.

and you let me turn the music up loud

and i roll the window




all


the


way


down. . . . . . . .
even though it's freezing outside.


and it makes my hair all messy


and i'm hoping that wherever we're going is a thousand miles away.


and we'll never get there, at least not soon, anyway.
and i love it when you hold imaginary bugs.

and SQUISH

them

and make faces when you wipe imaginary bug guts on my shirt.
and i love.


when i make a sad face
so you tell me that you're just kidding.


you didn't really squish him. he's still in your pocket.

...because that's where he lives.


and i love.

when we play the chasing game


around and around and around


the pool table.
until i'm so tired i fall down. and


we laugh we laugh we laugh


and our smiles hold us together and float us up
above the world.