We all have those fleeting memories

Of rolled down windows and stories

Evenings colored by hues of sunsets

Cars breezing past blooming florets

Tanned arms graced by flowing hair

Rumbling old radios and that stare

That stare that made our knees weak

And took away our abilities to speak

Light air caressing our fragile frames

As we lost ourselves in foreign names

Rolling past those lush country sides

Listening to the rush of faraway tides

Singing loudly along grunge records

Pulling at one another's heart cords

Drowning together in ringing laughs

Dreaming to be lovely better halves

I know that those days are long gone

I smile sadly for now I drive all alone

But passing by old town, I recall a beat

That still makes me miss my...

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