Last Days




On that last day

The inner roof of your car
Was our clear blue sky
So we reclined our seats
And alternated between
Staring at the dull grey fabric
And into each others’ eyes
We made detailed plans
In the sweltering afternoon heat
And the static on the radio
The perfect background
For the promises we made
Then when the shadows grew long

We said our goodbye.

                                           -Miss Daisy