Our ride

I am often reminded
of all that stands before us.
Loud laughter, warm nights.
Blankets to tuck in, ornaments to hang.

You are flowers waiting on the table,
hot cocoa on a cold night.
You are the reason I can’t sleep
when you aren’t by my side.

Carry with you these thoughts
as I always keep yours close to me.
I see their smiling faces in the rearview
as you sit in the passenger seat.