The empty seat to the left
a vacant reminder
of shut calls and silent goodbyes
Its never supposed to end you know
one medium ends
the next springs up
hungry, keeping the silence
at bay
Teeming traffic, rash driving
flashing tail lights, blaring horns
epileptic metaphors:
its the same up here
Parents, focused on forward intent
no spare look for empty backseats
the buzzing din in their shadow
it grows louder into silence
Our words are barren
desolate, Pompeii post ash
each vibration
a lurch, a boil, a swallow
Begging kids
with dry crying faces
plastered on the thin windows
the tiny divide between
Filling the silence with your songs
a sonic apparition
your static form
clinging to my neck and ears
its all static now
a shake in my palm
your ghost reaches out
one word
one word changes everything
one word is enough
its a solid reminder
of the oath inscribed on our wrists
of our cardiac promise
You're beautiful
our amour
my ecstasy
iloveyou
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