Soft powder flurries from the sky,
As I gazed out my window,
Waiting for the familiar sound,
Of his jet black Corvette.
Tonight was the night,
James and I would become one,
Tonight was the night,
We'd leave this dump for good.
Breaking through the white sheet,
Two lights slash through,
Focusing on my window;
Letting me know it's time.
Snatching my suitcase,
And a few necessities,
I sneak out the back,
And into the bitter cold.
Ducking and diving branches,
I race myself into his open arms,
Breathing in deeply his scent,
And the rich night air.
Lights flash on from an upstairs window,
We are in his car within a heartbeat,
Soon speeding down 164;
Once Upon A December.