Late light on the dash, I’m coasting out of our past,
windows down, letting every promise unclasp.
I taste the salt of the tears we never cried,
turn the radio low, let the quiet decide.
Petals of thunderclouds drift across the moon,
I speak your name once—then release the balloon.
Heart like a highway, wide and rewound,
I’m nowhere bound, I’m nowhere bound—unwound.