I continued to drive
For miles and miles I go
Never stopping
The radio played your tune
Our tune
Do you remember?
We used to sang it together
You would say how bad my singing was
And I would say how angelic you sound
You would laugh
And I would too
I've always loved that tune
Nevertheless how many times I heard it
But now it's all different
Back then
The more I listened to it
The more I would have butterflies in my stomach
The more I remember you
But now
The more I listened to it
The more I wish I could slam this car off the road
YOU ARE READING
Purple Hyacinth
Poetry[First of The "Hyacinth" Poetry Book Series] I once wished that we won't wither. But I'm sorry, I guess those flowers were us after all.
