He takes me down paved highway roads, ones that seem all too familiar. Those dim streetlamps follow us back up the interstate, and I close my eyes as those memory stills come to life. It is another state, in another country, on another continent yet a pair of baby blues continue to haunt me in my darkest hour. Bittersweet, like summer’s heat.

A healing mind, a numbed heart, and a starvation for something beyond tangible in this life. The morning after always leaves me in a chilled state, before the scent of freshly manicured lawns lifts my soul once more.


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