Pillow Book

Here

(On the back of a delivery receipt for a basketball.)





You hum along and
Tap your fingers on the wheel.
Drive into the sun.

(After a bad case involving children disappearing, Sam drove all day while Dean 'slept'. They stopped for lunch at a diner. Sam found this scribbled on a napkin and tucked into his pocket when they finally checked into a motel late that night.)





Dark shades hide my eyes.
Not really from you. I'm glad
That you still see me.