HID Headlights

Whenever I see headlights,

I think it might be you.

It doesn’t matter if I see them in oncoming traffic

or framed by my rearview mirror.

The one thing that makes my heart

still skip a beat

is rectangular orbs

shining

propelled

by

steel and combustion

the chance

that they are attached

to a 1975 olive green Volvo.

This is an artifact of heartbreak.

It’s not meant to be sentimental.

But.  Still.

Whenever I see headlights,

I think it might be you.

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