We’d fixed this old red Chevelle SS, leaving this town with a bad reputation, clouding the road with the traction of our fury.
It’s a long way back from where we came. We’d had sex on a beach without protection. We’d stained the backseat with our sweat and her lipstick.
It’s a long way back to feeling the warmth of your arms around my naked body.
It’s a long way back from the light in the dust of a hollow conversation.
Ask me to stay.