we packed up what little was
left of this three-year relationship and
rattled out of town in your
junky old automobile.
i thought for sure those noises
meant we'd be stuck on the side
of the road in no time but you
smiled serenely and kept on driving.
this is why i love you, you
know, because you're calm even
when i'm freaking out beyond
belief and my hair starts to frizz.
even though the rope is
frayed and burns the palms
of our hands, we've got such
a good thing going and we're
not gonna stop for anyone.
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