The time she got sick from walking in the rain
The day you spent with her making her feel okay
The time together spent painting scenes
Hers, roses
Yours, high seas
You struggle to suppress these memories
Stories best left in the past now
Of the snowstorm that came months too early
Of the fighting during Halloween
Of the winter she disappeared
Of the desperate calls and swallowed tears
Of the shattered life left behind
Of the lightning that fateful night
When the phone rang
And you picked up
Of the sleep you lost and never found again
Thunder rumbles in the distance
The world outside drifts
The steering wheel follows suit
Your car slices through the fog and rain
Toward an unknown destination
Suddenly
You’re aware of the yellow to the right of your periphery
The black suit in the back seat from this morning
The red box for jewelry you left there for her
And the white lights in front of you
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