Your car is too common amongst most people.
A helpful reminder of how transient love shines with the rust of yesterday's wishes.
Neutrons and Pulsars and everything massive holds weight.

But then why does my heavy heart drop every time I almost see you?
Your fatal blow bares the weight of Winter with the promise of Summer; Spring's seduction with Fall's fury.
But why the change of seasons?

Hold my relevance, if you can find her.
She tends to wonder through the spacial cracks of time with amber eyes.
Expressively.

Erotically.
Assuringly.
Treacherously.