I huddled close when you drove that bike
I was the talk of the town when you waited for me outside
When I hopped on, I knew they envied your Princess.
Sometimes you took a detour to make the moment last
And I giggled behind your back.
On sunny afternoons endless
Wet after the rains
The lights lit the roads
The wind entangled my hair as I pulled down the glass
on those evenings in that shiny white car
which was your pride.
Blinking at the moving wheels to see its spikes
Squinting the eyes to see the street lights turn into stars
The feeling of standing still, watching the trees move by
And parting my lips to taste the breeze.
The times of those perfect long drives
When you and I fought over the radio tuner
And both won.
--- For my Chacha, to whom I owe my best times on wheels and off them.
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