July 15, 2013
Boiling beneath the sun's knowing stare,
delirious in her summer drive,
whipping down the interstate,
she steers through memory lane
with his picture on the console and his song on repeat.
The tune echoes into the same wind
that steals the ghost of his lips from hers,
tingling, lingering,
a tattoo kiss
imprinted on her brain

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