Impossibility

I am sitting in the car,

In the backseat,

Singing loudly along 

To a song I love

With the people I love.

My friend’s hands are so soft,

Cold enough for me to touch.

I think it’s meant to be like this:

Hands held forever.

The world is impossibly green,

We speak only the words of the music,

Point out horses if there are any.

Impossibly,

I am loved.