Wash it away

The early
morning rain.
The ride
in the car.
As the wipers
squeak
over the windows
you light up
your cigarette.
Hey..I say
not with me
in the car.
Oh yeah..you
respond...Sorry.
Its only my car
you say.
Yeah..Well they
are my lungs..I respond
and smile.
Blah,Blah.Blah..
you say and smile.
I smile back.
Its quiet
in the car.
we talked last
night.
so we really
have no
words to say.
Do you want
me to go in?
You ask.
No, but thanks
I will be fine.
I love the rain
you say..
I love the
way it washes
all the crap
away.
It does I say.
I get out
of the car
and turn around
to thank you.
You quickly
say..I am glad
you are going
back to school.
You are smart.
This is the time
to do it
Now that you
have all your
crap washed
away.
I smile.
Thanks ..
You always
have a way
with words.
You smile..
You are my California
You say..
My heart fills..
I simply say
then you are my
North Carolina.
Love you Sis.
You too Bro.
You drive
away and
all I see is
you at age 7
the world
is washed
away for
a moment.
You are
my California..
You stole my line.