The pieces are gone
Time flicks them away
The first time we met
was a sparkling day

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Skies bright as a jewel
High fields blazing light
Yet still her eyes burned
with smoke from the night

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We hitched into town
Dug deep into dawn
She laughed without fear
like her future was gone.
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Young kids board a bus
She slid up the aisle
The boy turned to see
bright bolts of a smile

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She wore buckled shoes
Her curls fell in place
A fold of her skirt
drew blood to his face

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Their bus took the road
Light breeze tasted sweet
He stole dizzy looks
at the girl in her seat.
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I arrived very late
I hung with a crew
Their cigarettes burned
like dialogues do

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They spoke out with passion
They told quirky jokes
I drank Sombreros
and lifted their smokes

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I snaked to the john
My ego broke free
My face in the mirror
blinked with a strange glee

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Come winter I’m empty
They rushed by like a flood
All dimmed memories
as potent as blood.

                   
 

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