At The Backseat Poem by Elle Barr

I noticed the sparkling lights,
had shined sparklier,
gazing out from the back seat,
while the van was slowly moving.
Tokyo, Las Vegas, Paris
cannot compare to the bright,
that I saw from the window.
Or was it just me?
Or the fact that I was sitting beside you?
Your laughter was music,
No melody
could ever make my heart beat fast,
while at the same time feel calm,
like the soothing sound of your voice.
And while our arms touch together,
I could feel your piercing stare,
'Should I meet it or not? '
was the question that kept haunting me,
for the long 2 minutes,
that you were staring at me.
I inhaled deeply,
gathered all the courage that I had
and met your eyes!
Right there and then,
I knew it was you!
But I felt a jolt of some sort.
Was it shock?
or joy?
or scare?
or a little bit of everything?
And so I turned away,
looked back at the bright,
and hoped the bright,
would shine me some
light....