1-2-3-4

I was driving on the highway. Well over the speed limit, again. I know I shouldn't. I know you won't like it. I know you would worry. But there's something so liberating about swinging over the lines. windows down while the wind blows the stray hairs through the car.

I don't often play the radio anymore. Too many advertisements and talking for my liking. But I do remember listening to the classics with you.

But I felt like listening to the radio today, I'm not sure why. For some reason the chatter didn't bother me.

I don't remember where I was going. Maybe home, to mom's. It doesn't matter really. It's just the road that makes me think of you.

A song came on, an old one. Well, older anyway. Feist. 1-2-3-4.

I can't recall ever hearing it on the radio before. It was the funny thing about that song, that you liked it. You liked Johnny Cash, and classic rock.

It's one of the chorus lines that really hits me.

"Money can't buy you back the love that you had then ."

And it made me think of you.