Carve into asphalt ruts again,
know them better than my own skin.
Immediately I am seventeen on
another midnight drive home;
my headlights make all
the same old shadows.
Pink Bullets in my mind, but
Pine Hill puts the hole in my chest.
I hope you still love that remodeled A-frame,
your dream that came all the way true.
My wedding invitation must have
just been lost in those
panoramic sunset views.
I’ve felt a lot of things since
becoming your ghost but when
the darkness is just right as I
carve into these ruts again,
all I remember is how much
I once loved my best friend.
melissa suarez
melissa 