The Act of Estimating as Worthless
no one on the road
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you didn't like landing
you told me as your curled up in your seat
pulled your sweatshirt over your head
so you wouldn't see us descend
and i didn't like taking off
but in the air we were both fine
we walked there together
but not way that i thought we would
you were barefoot on the concrete
i was wearing shoes my feet
but i wanted to take them off
and feel the dirt between my toes
and i drive more slowly when its late at night
and there's no one else on the highway
and the sky glows orange
and makes the river shine