A Certain Peace (You Still With Me)

There's an empty can of sunscreen
and a two bottles of orange gatorade
sitting in my front seat.
the same mix cd is in the player.
just like the last time you were sitting here with me

There's a certain peace in driving like this
down all these dirt roads
music turned up as loud as I can stand it
and all my windows down.

there's a song on this cd that reminds me
of you more than any song only because it says
'they say that love is forever
your forever is all that I need'

you told me we'd be friends forever
doesn't it suck that forever was cut so short
and I ask everyday why you were taken from me
to be an angel at eighteen

what if you'd turned the other way?
what if you'd left ten minutes later?
what if I'd convinced you stay the night with me?

it's been six months since you left me here
I haven't been to your grave since
there's something about it that doesn't seem real
I like to think it's because you're still here with me

there's a certain peace of this
driving down these dirt roads
with the same mix cd in the player as loud as it'll go
and all my windows down

there's a certain peace of this,
with my empty can of sunscreen
and two bottles of orange gatorade
in my front seat.

because I feel like there's
a very slim chance of you still
riding my passenger's seat
singing along to our song with your feet on my dash
and a cigarette in one hand.

this dirt road ends at the creek
though not many know this.
two miles west and we're at your grandpa's farm
and if you go five miles east, you're at the high school.

but when I'm here,
there's a certain peace of knowing
I can still see you
still standing on the shore with nothing on
but your cut off jeans and
old t-shirt of that pop punk
band you loved so much.

there's you
sitting on my hood on an autumn day
trying to get me to kiss you.

there's you
climbing that old oak
and hanging upside down

there's you
playing your guitar
telling me how someday,
you were going to play on warped tour
with all your favorite bands

but then again,
there's a certain peace of this.
because even though you're gone
you're still with me as
I drive down these dirt roads
with your cd in the player as loud as I can stand it
and all my windows down
♠ ♠ ♠
I have a bad habit of writing poetry at 3 am