where do lovers go when there is no longer a lane
drive-thru affections
from someone only able to promise burger and fries
but no shake
a side view window of time wasted
with someone unable to see over the steering wheel
no need to check the rear
i’m fine sitting here
content with your one station
a finger-poppin’ loveliness pours out
making me forget that i am with you

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