Dancing in the headlights

Dancing in the headlights in the middle of the street

Beams from my running car cutting through sheets of heavy mist

We spin and we’re ghosts cloaked in fog

and angels outlined in rays of light

There is frost on the ground and winter on the wind, but

it smells like summer

We’re laughing and I don’t know why. I don’t know

(I would sew you this fog into a quilt so you could drape it around your shoulders)

(I would sew it full of raindrops so you could know how much I love you)

(I would weave it full of night so you could always be my sister)

how many days until tomorrow?

how many seconds until we grow up?