Maybe I am 17 again
Briefly.
Driving a long stretch of highway
With just my knee on the steering wheel.
I wasn't even 17 when we were together.
But it feels like-
2.5 hrs into our conversation-
That maybe
In this moment
I am again
Phone on speaker
Radio turned down
The summer sun closing on the horizon
Only difference is
My daughter asleep in her car seat
The talk of my ex-husband
The way you sound when you say
You've been alone
The way I have too.
But when we finally hang up-
On purpose-
(Dropped calls from bad reception don't count)
I've cruised passed almost 200 miles
I might be 17 again
For just a minute
Younger than I was the first time
Smarter than I was the last time
Two hundred miles between
The ringing
And the dial tone
Filled with the sound of your voice.
