He sits in my passenger seat
Eyes fixed on the place above the dashboard
Where evening sun bends around the horizon like an embrace
We're plummeting
And time is rushing all around us between home and where the heart is
He sits in my passenger seat
Tongue laced with demons as he speaks of the times we've both been cursed
The words rush out the cracked window and
His eyes are filled with emptiness
In him I've found a home, nested my heart right next to his
Our beats are intertwined because
Their ventricles have struggled against identical constrictions
We're caught in a limbo between here and now
Between staying and leaving
That vertigo in the way we're suspended, potential energy
He sits in my passenger seat
Darkness of the last hours of day all around us
But I'm warm
He pulls from me the stories that have webbed so tightly around the walls of my heart
The vines creak as they release
My words come slower than his
But in those hours before midnight in my car, I understand
The way he has felt the pull of pain like I have felt the caress of emptiness
And beneath sleeves our snakelike scars are identical
He is like rainfall
The beating of my heart finally matched
Syncopated with another's
Melodic like the feeling of being found
Of being seen
I don't know why we met right before parting
Why we came together only to be blown apart
The expansion between us imminent
Unforgiving
All I know is he's in my passenger seat
And in that moment of darkness and heartbeats and rain and stories
Nothing and everything matters
We are nothing and everything
And maybe we met to be blown apart
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