Polaroids in the glovebox,
Pockets full of change.
We never checked the weather,
We just went.
Roadlines like a promise,
Headlights on the coast.
Every wrong turn felt like
The right kind of lost.
And every so often
I see you again:
Same horizon,
Different life.
Not a rewind,
Not a sign
Just your shadow
In the light.
Cheap wine on the tailgate,
Sand in our sheets.
A borrowed song on the radio,
Two silent streets.
We spoke in half-smiles,
In "later" and "soon,"
Like summer could hold us
Past August's turning.
And every so often
I see you again:
Same horizon,
Different life.
You're there for a second
Then gone with the wave,
Like the brave days
We never saved.
Sometimes I wake up
With the taste of salt and sun.
I don't chase it
I let it run.
