Long Stretch

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.