With a sunlit smile
She’d cry —
Soaked her shirts
Wet memories
Of lost lovers
And half burnt cigarettes
Getting drunk
Driving at 90 miles
Somethings are hard to forget
Just like the blue eyes
And warmth of those arms
They’d all end on a sour note
She’d be unable
To attend life for a few days
But, then comeback
— with puffy eyes and her smile

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