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Apr 2015
The CD in the tray
and the sun on my skin
hot vinyl beneath me
and an unstoppable wind.

This is one of the few days
I try to remember.

I cling to it like the Newports
between your fingers,
ashes settling on the dashboard.

But after all that happened
with the roof off
the memory is hard to hold.
Yet, I wrap myself up in it.

Tie myself inside
the days when I felt your
hair hit me in the face and
Iā€™d see the ocean stretch
on one side,
past the endless median
on the other

When I knew
that love rolled on wheels.
Written by
Michael  32/M/New York City
(32/M/New York City)   
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