Chasing Cars
I'm calm and collected--
Among rattled bones
I dabble in empathy
But, my words have lost their lust for me
I try to flee from my demons--
But, they follow in rapid pursuit
Thus, I know not Aspiration nor Her fleeting memory
I left Her in the dust
I am the lukewarm ghost of passed desire
Of ten trillion unspoken words
I chase parked cars in the midnight moon
Yet, forget in the morning of what I've done...
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