Driving down the highway
snow whips in small storms
around your small car
The Coldest Heart blares from the CD player
Jack Frost plays outside
but inside I crank up the heat
A smile tugs at my lips
I steal a glance
at your impassive face
I wonder what you're thinking
but the question never forms
Your blue eyes
focusing so intently on the road
suddenly flick to mine
you crack a joke
making me laugh
Darkness creeps across the sky
and before I know it
the light is gone
Sliding down in my seat
I listen to the music
cut through your car
My breath fogs up the window
as I watch the snow
fall from the dark sky
The day is almost over
soon I will be home
and the drive to Boston
will be but a distant memory
for the both of us
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