Cars speed past.
They drive straight with one destination,
the drivers never thinking about the possibility of taking a life.
We walk side-by-side laughing.
We giggle over stupid jokes from the cafeteria
And notes passed between like cherished secrets.
The rushed breaths of the cars racing tease my hair to join the race.
Strands fly and tickle my eyelashes.
You take my arm and guide me to the shadow of the trees.
What are you so afraid of?
We are invincible like the secret words
written down on the crinkled paper in our pockets.
We are treasured like the jokes
that rattle our rib cages and suffocate our lungs.
So what are you so afraid of?
Are you scared that like the sudden rush of wind,
I'll be swept away from you?
That the cars will take my last breath, last laugh?
Or are you scared that like the cars are racing
to their end destination,
I'll rush to mine,
And it won't be you?
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