spirits sensational smile
on bicycle trails
Riding in my car crossing freeways
letting the music drive me home,
I could sing out loud,
imagining you with me,
on the road together.
I might glance your way,
see you staring out the window,
a smile that seemed so content,
your hands resting upon levi jeans,
tapping your fingers to a little Dylan.
We were young then,
just kids really like adults,
you know that feeling of knowing,
yet not wanting to … just yet.
Funny how today, when I hear the same songs,
I still feel that young all over again,
Glance your way to see your smile,
wondering, where … just when.