break every word you spoke,make you sound like you were
choking.
I would watch your face as it
disappeared
at least one million miles into
the stratosphere,
your voice drifting alongside
like a bullet that has no mark.
Shot stray into a crowded night.
And the light halted against your back,
as you danced that frantic ballet
suspended midair
because the floor bottomed out years
before.
Now as I float alone
I remember how I
used to ride in the car,
thrust my head out of
the window.
Because it was spring.
Because it felt good.
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