John's Car

the windows are shut
and from the inside
outside seems so quiet
and the engine is running
and all we hear is ourselves

the musics playing on speakers
volume high
and the eyes are looking forward
taking note of blinking headlights
and we're all taking the nights wind
in our hair
and letting it graze our skin

minimal conversations
bring out the hearty laughter
always better to have
getting over you
being done easily
and when you think you never mattered
right then you were all that mattered to me