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Pothole

I almost forgot about you today

But I was switching my music on my phone

And hit that stupid pothole

The one we hit together when your coffee spilled everywhere

I never understood why it takes so long for potholes to get filled and fixed.

Instead they let other little potholes form

Until the whole road is a ******* mess.

 

I was looking down after my head smacked the ceiling of my car and I noticed that coffee stain, it was like a little piece of time was locked away deep in the fabric of my car seat. I wish I never hit that pothole.

 

I would’ve been able to slowly let you fade from my memory, until someday I’m

Gone and the only thing left is that small coffee stain on my cars seat.

 

Someone else will get the car and wonder what happened for this stain to get there, they will have no idea it happened on a day when a man was deeply madly in love with a girl.

 

They’ll wash it away

They’ll just fix that pothole

 

The memory will never exist

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33 / M / American
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Dec 21, 2021
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