I Remember

I remember him blasting “Six” in his old Volvo. He making me put my seatbelt on before we sped out of my suburban neighborhood, fish-tail around the round-abouts, and, lighting up ‘Pall Mall’ cigarette and inhaling its cheap tobacco.1

I remember him asking me for a kiss as he did 65 on a 40 and for more affection as he screeched to a stop, barely halting at the red light. His hands would drum harshly on the steering wheel and him head banging to ‘our’ favorite song.2

I remember when the song was over he would still be speeding and my hand would be gripping his on the stick shift. Breathing in the smoke filled car I would tell him I love him and in my mind I would tell myself, ‘no matter how fast we were going I felt safe…’3

I remember when I listened to ‘our’ song I was with him, either hand in hand or in his arms. Now when I listen to ‘our’ song im alone and remembering him.4

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