Conversations from the Passenger Seat

Something I wrote when I was in one of those poetry moods!

I watched you. 

It was such a strange feeling to observe someone that you had once idolized, looking worn and clammy in a rumpled work shirt. You fidgeted. Promised. It was a powerful feeling being amused by this, but also heart wrenching. How far had we fallen? Deep down those tales of a powerful love sometimes swam to the surface before real-life situations would hustle them.  Threaten to send them swimming with the fishes in a pair of concrete shoes. 

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