Contributor: Helenah Comia

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Do you remember the time
we sat down in your car and
parked on the edge of a highway?
We opened the sunroof and stared
at the sky with no sun.
We waltzed around the thought of tomorrow
while no music played. I reached out
for one last dance but you weren’t there ㅡ
you were halfway down the road,
windows rolled down,
echoing a new tune.

I sang our last song
to the horizon of our highway
and walked up the side of it, home.


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