Passenger side

Mascara eyes

Chasing blurs of green

On the opposite side

Of a rain speckled window
Growing tired from grasping for something lasting 

When there’s only ephemeral views

On the other side of the glass 
Close them for a while
Capture a tiny thought 

With Venus fly trap lashes

And let it stretch it’s wings 

In the hollow places 

No longer filled with leaving things

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