She was wild,
wrapping me up in her world,
dragging me into her drama,
capturing me in chaos,
until we were still,
stuck in one moment,
parked outside a bar,
with a menu that mocked our means.

I dream of the car,
the scent of her cigarette,
the way she flowed from topic to topic,
as she glowed in the warm night,
and all it’s moonlight.
I see her,
when I close my eyes,
no matter how many times you tell me,
that one day,
I’ll find someone new.
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