friend

he's ripping through the countryside as if we're headed to the hospital.
we're not.
i don't even have to be at work for another two hours.
it's an old, green Honda. the family named it Charlotte.
the windows are open, and that rush of wind reminds me of when I was headed home, back to Georgia.
I haven't been there since the first week of March.
wish I could go back soon. alas, I cannot.
we're at my apartment now.