i still trace your back before we sleep
but i am not exploring or memorizing
i am driving down a familiar road in the dark
windows down
[ i am your passenger ]
now i have learned to notice
black skids on your asphalt
breaks in the tree line
pockets of fog that
return night after
night
your curves are automatic but
you are not stationary.
sporadically you turn and i jolt awake
you do not let me fall asleep at the wheel
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