Caring by Sheree Zielke
You might think I don't remember you,
But I do.
I remember the rumble of your engine,
I remember the crunch of gravel beneath your tires,
I remember the bright spray,
Your headlights cast,
As we sped through the night,
Worried that we would not get home,
And not caring,
Fearing the moment that we would have to part,
For another week,
A very long week.
I remember you well...
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