More Poetry.
Crap. I've been writing poetry again. And it's free verse! What on earth has come over me?
The best conversations happen in parked cars.
The inevitability of the goodbye,
The knowledge that with a single motion
The car door is open
And you might not see the other person again,
Perhaps just for the night,
Perhaps forever.
But in those ephemeral moments
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The best conversations happen in parked cars.
The inevitability of the goodbye,
The knowledge that with a single motion
The car door is open
And you might not see the other person again,
Perhaps just for the night,
Perhaps forever.
But in those ephemeral moments
The ( Read more... )
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