I often wonder about you -
That summer we spent long ago;

When we would drive into the warm night,
With no destination,

You opened the sunroof (or moonroof) of your car -
The blue of the moon flooding in;

I looked up into infinity -
And I pointed out the constellations to you as you laughed;

"I'm driving, I can't look right now..."

You said "let me show you one of my favorite places"
We parked on top of a hill and looked at the city lights,

Pulsing with hope - a bouquet of dreams -
But soon to fade;

For those caught between neon and the heavens.

Andrew Charles Forrest September 19th, 2018 15:30
Well captured Jon sounds like a what if moment... quite beautifully sad
Thank you for sharing
- Jon NakapalauSeptember 19th, 2018 15:40
  Thank you so much for your comment.

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