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You think I forgot.
How could I?
For strawberries and cigarettes
are mine to keep,
a remnant of yesterday,
bittersweet.

There you were,
at the wheel,
zooming through the night,
etched in silver starlight,
headed for paradise.
And I sat beside you,
believing it all true.
Our mingled hopes,
your sweet burnt breath,
are with me still.

My head was shaved,
your hair was blonde.
We were each someone new,
but near the point of no return,
a crossroads we both knew,
I looked to a star
fixed high above
and saw my fate was sealed.
So I kissed you once.
You kissed me twice.
What else were we to do?

Now always when
I think of you,
bright angel of the night,
I feel your lips and taste your breath,
promising paradise.
For strawberries and cigarettes
are mine to keep,
a memory of yesteryear,
bittersweet.

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