You

You are fireworks

orbit gum wrappers, and hite street.

You are a black car, late nights, cups and starts.

You are air, and hands, breath, and skin.

You are old music, windows down, and a black shirt.

You are smiles, and laughs, and high fives, and

drives. You are all the things that I can’t forget

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