Get away

Rolling hills,
rain cascading down my windshield;

I don't know where I'm going,
but I do know where I've been.

The distance between us kills,
but I see your face as I look out on the lonely field;

I start to cry as my memories are showing,
of what I'm leaving behind to be by your side again.

As we meet up you ask me if I'm sure,
sure if I want to leave my whole world behind for you;

Although I wonder if our actions are premature,
I look up and kiss your lips and say I do.