In the future there's a parking lot full of motionless cars--
we're dead there, but we're alive here--
nobody in those cars is waiting to pick us up.
You left your dress hanging
on the back of my favorite chair
but I won't be returning to it;
I won't be carefully removing the dress
and hanging it in your closet
for you to wear when the cars stop moving.
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