Momento

He drives toward the tunnel
Under airport runway
And thinks of a wish
For his breath to hold
He sucks two lungfuls
And dreams
With his love
To grow old
Slowly gliding
Hope full of chest
No hurry, no rush
Enjoying passing through tunnel
Tasting his held breath
Dreaming; He sees
Their faces older now
And smiling
The light at the end
Approaches and Opens
He savors one more moment
Breath lets go
Driving toward sunset
Her and home