Parked a While Longer
We talk about the nothing after dark,engine cooling, dashboard fading low.The road home ended minutes ago,and neither of us is in a rush to go.
It's new, it's clumsy, still finding its shape,learning which small jokes land and which ones fall.But watching it unfold beneath the streetlightmight be the finest, quietest part of all.
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