life together is a little harder
the second time around, seems like.
like how a used car feels
compared to a new one.
this ride is bumpier. this car is dirtier.
things are all pre-loved and fingerprinted everywhere
with somebody else’s baggage in the back
but we’re happy getting lost together
and the engine is
the devotion is well-placed and constant
potholes and cracks in the road, steep cliffs and hail storms
don’t concern us in the slightest.
the radio’s playin’ our song, his hand’s on my knee
and we’ll get where we’re goin’
‘difficult’ doesn’t mean ‘impossible’.