driving crazy: A Poem

 remember that time we drove down the hill
 you behind the wheel 
 and me in your passenger’s seat?
 take the wheel
 and you closed your eyes
 while my sweaty palms took over
 both our lives in my hands
 in that moment
 I couldn’t have cared less if I lived or died
 neither could you
 but I cared for you
 and I was strangely happy making sure you lived 
 we don’t talk anymore
 and I suppose that’s my fault
 I pop pills now
 just like you
 but that’s no excuse
 I hope you never call
 some puzzles are just too hard to solve
 there are too many pieces scattered and lost  

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