Three feet apart (Road-trip)

What do we get when you place
two people in closed space
a thousand-mile ahead
the radio on the break?

The tapping of the rain,
the gushing of the wind,
thousands of thoughts,
lets put in a few words.

Although we lived three feet apart,
the time and space had drifted us afar,
to catch up on where we headed
the road trip is what was needed.

The tale of years is told like the passing mile,
what was felt, held and dwelled on ticking dial.
The distance between us diminished,
a faint smile, the destination almost reached.