Let’s take the long way Home
“The night is young,” you told me when we were out on the car ride home. 2 hours have passed and It felt like mere minutes. I let out a quick smile and a light giggle, “then let’s make it worthwhile, let’s take the long way home” I replied back.
Home was once a place surrounded by 4 walls and a roof. As I look at you, home has become a creature that breathes, with 4 limbs and lips to kiss.
At times, I feel fear creeping into my skin on foggy windows and bumpy roads. So, love, please keep your eyes on the road. I am afraid we’ll become two pieces of driftwood, floating in a sea of missed calls and false hopes.
Looking at us in the rearview mirror, I see two disheveled mazes constellated and somehow intertwined. It’s a long, quiet drive home with a song on the radio being the only noise around us. Darling, we’re getting older — does time truly exist beyond our perceptions, or is it merely a social construct we cling to? My thoughts drift to my mother, did you know that my mother has placed me on a pedestal, and now she is weary and filled with despair with each passing second? And my father grapples with disappointment over his failing creation. Throughout it all, you seem oblivious to my glistening eyes and the tear stains that have dried up on your shoulder.
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It’s the unspoken truth that life demands we earn our stripes before our youth begins to expire. But you held my hand so firmly as if our love alone could erect towering skyscrapers against the storms of life’s misfortune. You choose to ignore all my inner turmoil, the haunting echoes of my mind.
I never thought under the weight that we carry we are both veering into a bond that is bound to be doomed.
The moon seems to be shining upon us, two star-crossed lovers wandering in the ghostly night.
Maybe, it’s my fault that it’s so quiet on the drive home. Maybe, all I wanted was more time with you.
I opened my windows and immediately felt the crisp, invigorating air brushing against my skin. I let my hair down, allowing it to dance and tangle in the gentle wind. You are here. And no matter where this journey takes us, even when the light in your eyes that was once mine, that was once my home, stares coldly like the pale hue of the night.
I never regretted taking the long drive home. Despite it all, I know it was worthwhile.
