NEON LIGHTS

NEON LIGHTS

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Last published Sat, Aug 20, 2016

Pulling up to the stop light. The '79 Camaro growling on idle. Headlights are glaring in the rear view Cold air drifting in from a cracked window. Like your memories plaguing my mind. Hand on the cold shifter were it once rested interwoven with yours. In the ripped leather passenger seat a puppy now sleeps. Stop light is glowing amber warm. My mind plays back to the summer of '09 When your smile, that laugh was all I needed to get by But the dog tags around my neck choked out any promise Of you staying, and these days that helps me to get by. A steady green light reflecting off the dash. The idle growl grows into a bark. Turning down Western Blvd, I find myself mesmerized... Why then, am I throwing glances in the rear view? Why am I driving in this bitter cold, Under these neon lights hoping find you

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