My favorite part of the day
Is the ride home with you.
In the cab, with streetlights blurred
As I look out the window
I hear the radio, but only vaguely.
I guess the beating of my heart
Drowns all other sounds.
With our fingers entwined
And your head resting on my shoulder
I smell the sweet scent of spring,
I feel the lovely warmth of summer.
I close my eyes and whisper
A prayer of thanks.
For each day, for thirty minutes
I feel your hand in mine
And your body next to mine
And I hear my heart whisper
Maybe.