Some of the ghosts in my car have been there
from the start, others are recent tenants.
A few have left tokens to remind me
of our time once they have moved on.
A polaroid picture, handprints on the
windshield, a Valentine's card, an old lighter.
I could dispose of these things but they
have ceased to be mere objects.
The distances I have traveled are measured
by more than the ascending odometer
or the progressively tattered upholstery.
These ghosts don't wish to be forgotten,
they want to live on, even if just for a moment
every now and then.
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