Run Away With Me — w4m

Missed Connections Post Id: 5480836772

You said this to me joking around. I remember we were driving down a rusty, autumn highway.

Dust rising up around the tires. Cow manure smelled like freedom.

I lost myself in the wind, saw our pasts blowing across the brittle prairie grass.

I imagined driving west until we ran out of gas. Then we’d fuel the car on love.

If you ever meant it. I would think about it again.