The world outside is fading slow

The world outside is fading slow, like the tail lights on the road behind—two small red stars shrinking into the dark we have already passed. But everywhere that we might go, I know the peace that we will find: not in the distance, not in the map, only in the cabin’s hush and the person still beside me. You’re the anchor when the tides get high, the thing that holds when the night leans in and the road starts to feel like water. My only treasure in the evening sky. My only treasure.