Right Next To Me
I was holding the wheel,
hoping that your eyes
were on the map.
That you knew the
direction, we were
supposed to take.
That we would end
up in the right place.
But your sight gave,
you put the map down,
and we ended up lost.
It was okay, though.
The only destination
I ever really needed
was in the passenger
seat, right next to me.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
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