In Between
There’s something about
How the sun
Gleams off the dash
During that golden hour
When we’re alone
In the car
And that song
Hits just right
It’s like how
You slip your hand
Under the slit of my dress
Openign a lost love letter
As we hit
The next state line
You give me that grin
And we’re gone
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Great last line–a sparse, concise story!