We had taken turns driving
But to be honest
she'd done more than her share
Maybe because I needed more sleep
Maybe just because she wanted to get there faster
But you couldn't tell by her pace
five miles above the speed limit
middle lane, no worries about being stopped
She would sing along softly to the radio as I slept
then laugh at my jokes when I took the wheel
I'm not sure when she slept
She followed the GPS's commands to the letter
I shut if off and stopped at every tourist trap
I was never entirely sure when we'd get there
unsure if the destination would be better than the ride
