You and I in the Buick, Faithfully pouring through the speakers while Delilah blesses the troops. Three quarters, a few dimes for the bridge —sky bleeding from blue to red.
Golden M first, our three-country tour finally completed. Your hand reaches for Carmex,that dollar ritual I couldn’t resist, followed by your fairy smile.
We talked golf shoes and North Carolina greens, your lips brushing “I’m gonna win this time,” a whisper and a shot of Deep Red.“ If I let you… ”We both knew the only way I’d beat you was to cheat.
You and I in the Buick, Faithfully pouring through the speakers while Delilah blesses the troops. Three quarters and a few dimes for the bridge —the sky bleeding from blue to red.
Golden M first,our three-country tour finally completed. Your hand reaches for Carmex, that small dollar ritual I could never resist, followed by your fairy smile.
We spoke of golf shoes and North Carolina greens, your lips brushing “I’m gonna win this time,” a hot whisper and a shot of Deep Red.“ If I let you…” We both knew the only way I’d beat you was to cheat.
Cheating — that fear we never dared to name. I should have trusted you’d never cut me open but doubt still sat between us like a third passenger. You felt it too.
Bette’s Beaches on the radio, pulling us back to the last night of February, to the moment we first met. Eighty more miles of road ahead. Neither of us knew what waited —the creek, the trail, the beach, Kippi’s room…
Those ten days should have forged something that could last. Instead they ruined every gentler thing that followed. Nine-thirty p.m. Outer Banks sky, Wright Brothers still watching from the dunes, waves pulling back, then rushing forward like regret.
I don’t remember falling asleep —only that the longing began right there.
I already knew we were running out of time…I could feel us dying with every mile…
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