Poetry

Street lights

dreams play across your face
flickering like a reel

you’re sound asleep
in the passenger seat
i’m counting street lights

clinging to these white lines
heart fogging up
this life will never be enough

someway somehow
i’ll find you in the next life
i hope you find me in the next life

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