Like a drunken fool stuttering,
I remind myself not to say I love you
when we wake up.
I am pathetic.
We juggle hands,
searching for whatever it is we want
without knowing what it is.
We’re confused.
I forget to do important things
because I now know you.
Things seem less important.
speed limit 65, going 70
Don’t want to die
But I would like to get to you
Five miles sooner.
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