I remember that day: I was
looking out the window at
the fading black-and-white
image of your car going
toward the horizon.
I don't want to say it's
just like those antiqued films
with swooning girls hoping
their man will come home.
But it is.
Any good?
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This was more than good.
Thank you for sharing.
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You're Welcome.
Though, it'd be even better if reservers didn't take up spots where poetry should have gone. (=slight bitterness) =]
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