so on those days home in your car
we jerked the steering wheel to the median
joking that we'd end our lives
but we weren't joking all of the time
a flash of dark interest
steers us into a car crash
uniting our remains; a fiery hurray
our hands touch
unnoticed
pressed up against melting glass
and you're calling out my name
as the air escapes
now i want to be buried in your backyard
and when the flowers grow just know you’re still in my heart
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