waiting in the passenger seat
in a parking lot
i daydream, staring at the side mirror
i remember my first grey hair
but when did the salt first outnumber the pepper
i stare at my age
at my future
thinking of the life left in front of me
of my mortality
adds weight to the words on the mirror
my hand finds the handle
my should leans in to open the door
i stand up on the asphalt
stretch
walk around the front of the car
and get in the driver seat
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