Down from the mountain
Out of the storm
Into your car where
The seats were warm
I felt like a puddle
Where the mosquitos swarm
 
Where did you think
I would end up that day
Did you think I was watching
For you to come this way?
Did you know I’d be wanting
Someone to love
Were you always there waiting
For me to show up?
 
I leaned on your shoulder
As we drove along
A bucket of beers
On the seat though it’s wrong
Your habits cleaned up
As we traveled in time
I sharpened your edges
And you softened mine
 
(c) 2015 Renata Manzo