This is a poem to my darling Loui,

Your tender voice tell me stories
As I reminisce and watch the trees pass by
Leaving each one behind

Your soft warming hands
Intertwine with my freezing fingers
As we gaze through the cracked glass
To the highway leading north

Clicking pictures of your contagious smile while
Your shy hand obstruct my lense
Unable to capture your keepsake laughter

Your loving eyes radiate with bliss as
the miles start to decrease
Bon Iver whispering stories through the dusty speakers
While the dial slowly leans to empty

Oh my darling Loui
My friend, my love, my life
Without you I would have never got this far