The way this song make me long for those midnight ride; the empty roads we took from miles to miles to south and north. The wind blows as his scent mingle with the cold air; I saw his reflection from the rear view mirror. His eyes and lips and the warm hand that held mine. These were days when I’m no longer afraid of nightmares but the realization that it might be just another scene - yet we rhyme and it sparks. Shall I hold it long enough, shall it burns me so I know it’s real. I caught him singing, smiling, humming, and oh so loving our eyes met. Was it real? Was he real?
Holding on to life...















