We were driving
down Route 6
your stereo blasting
from dash to passing
scenery.
Corn and soy fields.
Muscle-thick
humidity.
The sky of sunset pinks
and reds.
You said
we would
be friends forever, said
"Damnit,
that's just the way it is."
That's the memory
in my head
and if pressed to say so
in my heart.
For what matter the corn?
what color the sky?
what shade of hazel
your eyes?
It makes no matter
to our storyline
for you were promising
and music
was everywhere
and they were
the very
same thing.
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