Some nights
when the air is still
and there is no sound
I still think of you.
I still miss
being your friend
and no more than that.
I think of being
half awake
half asleep
in the car together.
The asphalt too black
to see in the night.
The lines of the median
blurring together
separating
what should
and should not be.
The only sound
was our laughter
as we laughed
at our own lame jokes.
The sweet scent
of perfume
exhaust
and sweat
in the air.
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