The Last Time

February10

We refused to say goodbye, justifying future outings.
Door closed, leaving her. Forgot a picture.
Driving on lightless streets under a starless sky,
I tried to remember the sound of her voice,
an echo distorting and fading the farther I got.

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Author: Kyle McArthur
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