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Poetry

Each of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.

Passenger seat

11 4 1

by kirkpr19

by kirkpr19

Looking in the rear view,

thinking only of you.

the moments from our past,

life's just going too fast.

The times we had are far,

yet I can't slow the car.

All I can do is drive,

trying to feel alive.

I need you again,

how we were back then

Your empty passenger seat,

staying with me down this street.