Passenger seat.
My passenger seat has a place for you, only you.
My passenger seat was once filled with your body.
My passenger seat held your laughter, your sleepiness, your adventurous curiosity.
My passenger seat once held one of the people I could be myself around.
My passenger seat, I look over at it and wish you were there. I wish I could hear your laughter again, see your eyes get bigger because of beautiful scenery. I want to see your pretty little head sleeping peacefully in the passenger seat.
My passenger seat briefly held a moment of time where you and I shared a moment. And the thoughts that ran through my head, ugh I hate being a hopeless romantic.
I saw you in my passenger seat and I wanted nothing more than to just drive. Drive with no destination. I wanted to see your hair fly, whisper with the wind. I wanted to see the sunset behind an alluring being. So delicate, so charming of what you are. A genuine soul. A person with pure intentions.
My passenger seat holds onto a piece of you. A piece of you that I’ll remember.
My passenger seat is empty now…
The destination is no more, you were the destination. You’re not around, what’s the point. My passenger seat is empty. We want you back, I want you back. I want the destination to be you again.
Until then, my passenger seat is empty…
