one

and you hold me

I chase the memory of it,
that warmth, that youth

when the backseats
of cars were romantic
and we wrote love notes
to each other in the
fogged-up windows

those first-love songs
playing on the stereo

and we’re broken

the song plays and
nostalgia comes on

but it’s done
and everything
is alright.

(inspired by.)

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