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Must've Been the Wind

When I think about the colour red,
I think of them.

Outlined in red metal
behind a head of dark hair,
A smile and a sad stare,
With my red and black jacket
on your shoulders.

When I think of unnecessary apologies,
I remember you.
With awkward pauses and downcast eyes,
And the odd flutter of laughter that just didn't fit right in your throat.

When I think of you
I think of two French fry kisses,
In a parking lot that suddenly got a lot more wonderful, with its asphalt the colour of your prom dress
Written by HedonsHerald (Alexander Johnson)
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