I was in love
with nineteen.
The interstate was freedom,
friends were family.
We renewed ourselves each evening
with coffee and shared cigarettes.
In the mornings we went our seperate ways
trying to navigate the plans we made.
I spent every penny on gas and polaroids.
We sang love songs all the way to Illinois.
I was heartbroken, lovesick, and naive.
I didn't realize that those days
would be my favorite memories,
all because I knew a girl with a laugh like summer,
and a few good men along the way.
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