They both get in on a whim—

One drives, while one complains,

“Why do you get to pick it again?” She murmured .

“It’s my car,” he replies

As one by one, the music plays,

Each song a doorway of days past.

Some feel freeing, wild, and young,

Melodies covered like warm summers sun

They laugh at one absurd choice,

Dramatic beats play, a duet unfolds

Once, silence held unspoken fear,

Guarded thoughts, hesitant ears—

Both relieved while fears ease

they let go here.

No longer bound by doubt or shame,

The ride becomes a different from other day’s

Being present shifts the mood,

Both laughing while singing their insecurities unglued

A simple drive becomes much more—

A shared rhythm, an open world yet to explore.