late night drives don't hit the same
no more, call out my name
as the night's sky shines on my dilated eyes
it was too soon to say our final goodbyes
the wind smells of your sweet perfume
and til the road runs out, we resume
the conversation replaying in my dream
that drowns me as the moonlight beams
so far out from back then and there
your stare fades as does the night wears
no vests, no flares,
and unaware as I begin to swim without air
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