Her Dad's Car

down the slushy streets of a late winter
we took a joyride with the windows
cracked just a bit

the air still smelled like cold
trees were backlit by twilight
and rock music crawled out of the speakers
into our ears

it was our best moment

better than the sex
we had together

better than the sex
she would have with someone else
after we got into a fight

we were like a couple of kids
driving around in her dad's car
trying to get in as many miles as
we could

before nine o'clock
before he needed it back

before our time was up