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Objects In The Mirror Are Closer Than They Appear

I sit solemnly, sulking form the drivers seat
Staring at the image,
The sight of a slowly approaching friend
The demoralizing distance disappears, all too slowly

Too slow

When the distance will close,
Nobody knows
I wait, I watch,
From the mirror
Through the window

I watch in pain until my eyes catch something silver,
Objects In The Mirror Are Closer Than They Appear.

Now I know, the distance will pass, and she will soon be near.