The hollow sky,

the perfectly lit moon,

my hand twisted into yours.

The holes of light shining down- making your face glow.

The picnic blanket red-

against the green grass.       

The cars in the background,

playing music all together- like an orchestra.

vroom, honk, vroom, honk.

You tell me

I need to go, It’s getting late

you add to the car music 

as you leave me under the- too bright moon

vroom honk vroom honk.