Of your voice…

Both of the windows are down
Allowing my hair to be windblown
It is then the fantasies swirl with my locks

* * *

Thoughts of a time
When cigarettes
parted lips
worry free
without question
A time
when laughter
the open window
to come back

* * *

The radio blares
as a familiar song comes on
My eyes are fixed
Where curves unfold
easily taken
sights to be seen
The rich blue skies
the puffy white clouds
the abundant green pastures
the cared for rusted roof
It’s in that moment—
in my head
the lyrics absorbed once more
wishes desperately sighed
dreams held captive
are wishing for release
As the song ends
I am home

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