Freedom

2 O'clock.
In the morning,
12 degrees outside,
only car on the freeway,
music blasting, windows rolled
down, missing you.
I let go of the wheel, pressed down
the accelerator, threw my arms up
in front of me, grin sketched on my face,
wow.
So alive for one minute.
Amazed.
Perfect.
Well, almost.
A cigarette in one hand,
or better yet my love in the other.
Ecstatic, lonley, complete.
What a night.