The Personal Profile of a Prius

4:00 A.M. Two friends are found conversing in a car,
Too tired to try to break the tether tying them together.
“What is love? I want it. It’s hard. I’m conflicted.”
They have the chance to reach out and touch the moon.
He settles for stars while she dwells in desolate darkness.

Six weeks later. The friends turned lovers sit in those same seats.
He looks longingly into her eyes, seeking to be struck by a supernatural spark.
She feels the force too. She focuses on the future, faces her fears,
And whispers the words, “I love you,” for the first time.
They fly fearlessly to new heights on feelings that transcend nature.

Two months pass. She pulls into the parking lot, prepared for class.
He hurriedly peers in the passenger pull-down mirror at his irritated eye.
Anxiety engulfs his already stressed and depressed soul. He screams
And storm clouds form. Floods of fear and waters of worry submerge
The troubled two. They do all they can to keep from drowning.

In several situations, she sits at stoplights and sobs, and
Many times, his hateful hands hit the dash as anger arises.
On romantic nights, the couple often kiss over the console, and
Frequently, they stay in their seatbelts, smile, and simply talk.

That car saw the start of a sweet soul mate romance,
And watched the new lovers go through rough waters.
It experienced the good, the bad, the old, the new.
O, dear Prius, my how much you’ve been through!