Passenger's Seat

Passengers seat,
I confide in only you to hold my cries.
Like the moon sharing secrets with the clouds.
Leaning against your shoulder, we watch the pavement unroll beneath her car.
And a clockwise turn
locks my eyes with two pupils in the grass
on a body resembling mine.
Before my mind can arrange an obliging offer,
the passengers seat lets me go.
I slip out her window,
and shoot for the water below.