Parked by the side of the road
Where you wouldn't want to see
A car parked alone.
The soul in the car
Does have loved ones, at least one.
Nothing tragic to see here
Except preoccupation
With how we are here,
When here's not here, only near.
I used to think things happened
Now. Now, I think they just did.
What is was, is gone,
And is always nearly here.
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