Free Verse · Love
Passenger Seat
You fall asleep on highways,
head against the glass,
trusting me with eighty miles an hour
and everything you are.
I drive a little softer then.
You'll never know —
which is, I think,
the whole of love.
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“Passenger Seat” by The QuillOak Editors — quilloak.com/poems/passenger-seat
Quick facts
- Poem
- Passenger Seat
- Poet
- The QuillOak Editors
- Length
- 8 lines
- Form
- Free Verse
- Themes
- Love, For Her, Short
Text, source & rights
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Original QuillOak text. Personal sharing is permitted; other reuse requires permission.
- Author record
- The QuillOak Editorstoday
- Source record
- QuillOak originalPassenger Seat, authored for QuillOak by The Quillery
- Display decision
- Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
- Publication record
- Not recorded in the imported source
- Text fingerprint
- SHA-256 f5992653dc8142e2…
- Editorial handling
- Whitespace and stanza breaks normalized for web display; no material wording change recorded.
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