This is our mixtape. We are listening to it as we drive fast on back roads. Little thrills in our stomachs over the roller coaster of gentle country hills.
You are singing along, voice on the verge of breaking, as unable to carry a tune as you have always been more than able to carry all of us. I’ve picked all of the old familiar melodies and new songs I know you’ll be content to wade into, weightless.
And like it was years ago, before I knew there was a world outside of you, it’s the two of us. We’re listening more intently because we’ve made it back to the first song. It’s playing now.
Oh, the beat beat beat of our hearts.