i was on the other side of the province
set to head home in the early morning
you were on the west coast
still drinking in the late evening
you called
i didn’t answer
straight to voicemail
twice
three times
i turned the music off
still heading down highway 7
i pressed play
fireworks in the distance
your laughter
follow by your voice
retelling the night
as i drive by the last gas station
for the next 100km
the kisses you shared
how i’d be jealous
i shook my head
as the message went dead
onto the next
which only had you cursing
which cut out
to the next message
of you saying you missed us
the fireworks continued
the message ended
i turned the music back on
sped up along the highway
as the began to rise
over the horizon