When We Were One

We were sitting practically
hip to hip in the cab of that
little red pickup truck.
Tent, a bag of clothes, and food
rattling around the bed as we drove.

I was torturing Dan with my
horrendous rendition of
Gloria Estefan's Mi Tierra
Every so often he would smile,
reach out, and hold my hand.

Just a few days prior to this day
I told Dan, crying, that he needed
to get me out of Texas or I was
going to go completely insane.
He held me and simply said, "OK."

He withdrew his check from the bank,
came home, packed up, and before I 
knew it, we were on the road
With radio blaring, holding hands, and
smiling at eachother...

We were driving to 
New Mexico...
Driving to
New Mexico...