Rest Stops

Days spent at the rest stop
Were blurry and fast.

Moving were our lips
And racing were our hearts.

The way we wore our skeletons
On the outside of our skins

Proved we had much to show each other
Comparable sins.

Our innocence died at these rest stops
The lifespan of a fly.

Our brains were having sex
And our mouths were dry.

A barrier of centimetres
Oh how we wanted to touch.

Longed for affection
But we were speeding too much.