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.