Parked Car ConversationsA Poem by ItsTifflate night therapy sessions
Therapy sessions under the light of the moon ,
a hand on a thigh, a hand on the wheel whenever they're over its far too soon parked car conversations 12 hours after noon a cacophony of commotion playing out from play fights creating a soundtrack under twinkling stars leading to fingers on backs and neck bites therapy sessions held in parked cars abundance of space in seats too large a division of space between you and I zoning out to melodies and rhythms enjoying the high aspirations discussed, future plans told avoidance of others, discussing false dreams sold empty vehicles to left and right, parked car conversations an escape focused only on the therapy session that night
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