Passenger Seat

I used to think that front seat kisses

Were fresh starts on a clean slate

Illuminated by old headlights

But learned over time that they’re

Just the result of trading loneliness

Between the white lines of

Every dull, dark parking lot

Where nothing else shines besides

The moonlight on the dashboard

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