Dj.ilham - After Midnight

Keys on the counter,
coat on the chair.
I leave the whole day
folded back there.
The avenue empties,
the engine runs low,
and every red signal
gives me room to go.
You name
the deadline, the words I regret
shrink in the mirror with every mile left.
After midnight,
everything feels right.
Windows down,
I let the city slide.