𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒄𝒂𝒓
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the paint on the outside is
starting to chip,
and the seats are stained
the steering wheel gets hot
in direct sun,
and the radio is always on
if you listen hard enough,
you can hear the music and
the laughter and the memories
e c h o i n g
from somewhere inside your brain
road trips and drives to school,
refuge from the heat of a summer day,
new music blaring and
talking with your sister,
drinking coffee and eating snacks
and getting crumbs in the seats
this car has raised me, somehow,
for nearly as long as i can recall
but every good thing must
come to an end and so
this car, too, must go
i hate change
but i know
it's time to let it go
the new car is different,
it is not the same
it doesn't know my secrets
or even my name
there is no more key to turn in
the ignition,
just a button to push
and a hard transition
the smell lacks the sunshine
of days gone by
as time passes
so to do phases of life
but one phase i've yet to
accept is the loss of a
car's life
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impermanence
Poetry[ impermanence ] • noun - the state or fact of lasting for only a limited period of time ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ➸ 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭/𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬
