Remember Happiness
By Bryce McKay Weyerman
Driving though the sunset,
the passersby’s are fields of wheat.
Listening to music you won’t remember.
Remember this.
Remember the feeling as you reach out your hand to hold hers,
giving you something to remember this feeling.
The happiness that fills your lungs.
Remember this feeling driving through you,
being left behind in the speeding road.
Remember this.
