Passing Cars

I lay listening to his breath beside me
The deep inhales against the flesh of my chest
Like i am his oxygen source
Like if i move he will die
I pretend this is true
Convince myself i am needed
Imagine the words behind his eyes say this
Say i love you
Gently whisper you are not worthless
I want to crawl inside his brain
And watch his thoughts like passing cars
The highway of his memory twists into dark tunnels
Which i have not yet entered
I am just a stranger on the side of the road
Arm stretched outward
Thumb held high
Hoping to be picked up

The End

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