Sepia-colored dream

You and me
Hours before the sun peaks
Just before any one in the city sees
In what seemed like a car
I'm by your side
Windows down
Guards down
Not so much on words
Casually exchanging glances
None of it made sense
Not knowing where we're headed
Past seemed irrelevant
Moments didn't add up to any of it
It was a sepia-colored dream!
The tone was ordinary
But the warmth felt special
It was your eyes, your stories
I do love you
I suddenly hear myself say
Hours before the sun peaks
Windows back up
Guards back up
Now with words that echo
I will always want you
But I can't have you
You and me
In what seemed like a car
Turned out to be reality