lost

snap my hand back to grasp the wheel, try not to fly off course

let go of her hand for a brief moment, she waits but with hesitation

comforted nonetheless by her reaction, I keep my hands on the wheel

driving distractedly straight

she closes her hand sighs and waits, looks out at the fog

in what direction are we going?

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