The Getaway Car

You took risks. Sneaking out like that. Be so open, you almost naked to life. But it doesn't really matter, right? Cause when you get home and you're alone, safe with your thoughts, deep down you know exactly the feeling that left out. 

You are glad. Glad that the night didn't turn you back. Glad that the touches didn't spark any fire. Glad that the talks didn't make you want to stay. Glad that the feeling is just a void of something else. Glad that you make it thru the long drive. It put smile on your face, you are happy, you are glad. It is not like the way you imagine it would be. It is the way it is, perfect as it should.

The getaway car. One big seat. The engine is overheated. We were sitting on one sided. Funny how life passed us by. Once we're a kid, now we're a kid with thousand responsibilities. The time flies so fast. But I don't want to go back either. Time is our friend. Time is the answer of all my prayers and swears. Time is the proof. 

You're going to keep this in a drawer, down to the heart where nobody could find it, even you. 

Ready to open in 20 years.