The day before you
Died
Was a spring day in
Winter
I walked to see the sunset
Still in my blue halter dress
My skin red from the
Sun
I was too eager
Begging for its
Warmth
On my pale skin
An old silver Lincoln
With suicide doors
Drove by
Don’t Dream it’s over
Drifting
From the stereo
Holding me like
Like a child
That still believed
In hope
I wish I could have
Stayed in that moment
Forever.
💫Amber Comber
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