Many Miles

I have driven many miles with you in my passenger seat

Your blue eyes shimmering in the hot sunlight

My hand rests in yours

My eyes flicker to the edge of my pink rimmed Ray Bans,

to glance at the beautiful sight


But now the seat remains empty.

although, I do not.

I do not cry over the end of things

In fact, I smile,

because I drive many miles with the memory of you in my passenger seat


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