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The Passengers Seat
She said to me:
"Don't you wanna go on an adventure?"
Literally seconds before taking the wrong turn.
I always remembered our car rides for everything they were not.
Trips down to the convenience store felt like driving down the highway at a hundred miles per hour,
With a view of the entire cosmos to our left.
They felt like driving through the night only to watch the sunrise pollute the ****** sky with it's pink and gold hue of sheer contentment.
It is looking up at the sky to find the purest of cotton candy clouds.
And for some reason, I always picture you trying to take a bite out of them.
If this is what a trip to the convenience store feels like then I can only dream of what Route 66 holds.
On our adventures I catch myself looking at you with joy in my eyes,
I want to say something but I do not know what.
All I know is that I am glad you were in the passenger's seat.
For my best friend, I love you.
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