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.
Original poem © QuillOak — free for personal use.
“Passenger Seat” by The QuillOak Editors — quilloak.com/poems/passenger-seat
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