not be sad

do you remember the night we saw the wisp
tied up in the milky back lights of stars
and broken tree limbs..
the devils smile
and the full moon..
prerequisite hand
invisible
holding mine
and not talking
not saying..
anything.

it was that night
i wanted to remember the green
glow of dashboard lights
on your chest
flashing up the warm skin of your neck
a neck not old enough to embrace it's own
youth, not old enough to know
youth in its dewy innocence..

the freon air from the vents
and the music
always the music with us,
made you drive and drive
until the morning silence hit the windshield
with the chilling silence between us,
it was earlier that night
we cried
our fingers knotted together
as we drove..

lets not be sad
you said
lets not be sad.