Wishes turn to ashes,
cool vinyl seats sit empty.
I miss your face
that keeps making me sit up straighter,
roll my neck around my shoulders,
slump and sigh
slump and sigh
the wishes,
OH! the wishes
gorgeous embers burning,
turning
and now
they are just ashes.
Flashes of lashes,
the seats are cool, blue vinyl,
so very heartbreaking
and final.
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