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Do you remember the times
When we'd laugh until we cried?
Drinking Cherry Coke in the dying summer light

The good old fashioned mustang
Parked just to the side
Of the state street 7-11
Not a single soul
- As far as I know -
Ever sat behind the wheel
But as we lay beneath the stars
The smell of cigarettes and gasoline
Always made it so appealing

So often I'd fall asleep
And dream of you and I
On a highway in the middle of who knows where
In the backseat with the top down
As the radio sends its sad songs
To sail the scented city air

Then right about that time
I decide to change the scene
Miles of concrete and a hundred polluted sunsets
Now I'm telling you "I meant what I said"
And we've got "Hard decisions ahead"

It's so romantic
Tragic, real, and perfect
It's a painting of nostalic
Postcards and license plates
A photograph of memory
I'm dreaming desperately
By morning I'll be gone
Will you live this story with me?

It's so typical
So obvious to me
But no one seems to understand
Then again...
You're not just anyone

Wake up my dear
And tell me

Where have you been?

(a tribute to my dear friend gregory)

Keyword: The lines on the highway; Painted with sunlight dripping from my artificial dreams

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Posted by R.E.Potter 2008-03-16 16:59:05 ,,, Sounds like a love gone away. The heartache that ensues. Early love is so hard to get over, but for what its worth...it never gets easier for any of us. Nice poem with special meaning for you. Thanks for sharing. + Report this comment
Posted by gsaracen 2008-03-16 20:01:27 good ending felt very profound. nice! and welcome to the site! Be sure to give feedback and ineract with others! + Report this comment
Posted by gsaracen 2008-03-16 20:20:45 tarhead the body snatcher strikes again... very nice piece of work. write on! + Report this comment
Posted by Tarhead Mugwump 2008-03-16 20:22:18 ahh... back to my old self! still like the poem! write on! + Report this comment
Posted by gsaracen 2008-03-16 20:50:49 I feel so violated... + Report this comment
Posted by Dirkin 2008-03-17 04:09:07 .... That was very moving... I felt that the private communication to your friend in this piece serves to highlight the feelings involved + Report this comment
Posted by Theia of many names 2008-03-17 11:14:14 .... thank you for your comments. and how do you mean by violated? + Report this comment
Posted by Pez 2008-03-17 12:12:39 Good job. This was nice. I, for some reason, imagined everything to be very modern-day retro (?). Twas beautiful. Nice use of imagery. I felt the next stage in your dream push the one before it pretty vividly. And I liked how you conjoined certain words to make phrases like: "As the radio sends its sad songs To sail the scented city air" I could of done without the "sad" but it was pretty sweet. Did this friend of yours move far away? + Report this comment

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