Scorching sun, Grey hoar & White floor

Scorching sun. Unheated heads.
Tears mixed with your sheets.
Drudging retort. Unpleasant pleads.
Thousands of words but none fit in.
Long-winded wishes. But sincere.
Longer steps. Laden tears.

We drove for years and miles
for some moments, labile.

10 PM. I said goodbye.
Nothing I could do no more.
Passed out. White floor.
Eyesore.  Grey hoar.

We drove for years and miles.
We were alive till the very end.


The floor was alive at all times.
It kept us from falling out.
Was just white as the first time.
Was just there in last round.

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