Highways

Rainy
Crisp
Cool
Sunday
Driving with the windows open
The bass rumbles through the speakers
Pulsates through my bones
My hair strays from my neat ponytail
And brushes against my face 
The sun reflecting on my teal cat eye sunglasses
And over the duration of this drive
I am imagining you next to me
A feeling of freedom and happiness
Wanting to be able to escape with you
I want to feel something
And although it is pleasing at times
The numbness is growing old