I remember when you drove off


I stared at your license plate


And remember the number


Twenty three


As you sped off


I sat down


Then your ghost


Sat next to me


I was staring at it


And wondered what it wanted


As I remember ghosts are


Part of memories


It touched my hand


And look me in the eyes


And started replaying


Our history


I laughed


And I cried


And felt my heart


Become free


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