Sun. Sep 25th, 2022

It was the smile
The way you licked your lips
How you always told me you loved me
We always drove with the windows down
You would look at me and smile
It made me blush
The wind on my face was as gentle as your touch
I miss that
You always walked slower than me
I would have to stop
walking for you to catch up
But now it’s different
You’re the one who walks too fast
But you’re not willing to slow down
We drive with the windows closed
And your touch is no longer gentle
It’s nonexistent.

Hailey Mace is an student at West Chester University. HM925029@wcupa.edu

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