No clue if you saw me from your black sedan
but I drove off crying that night, 
because I felt an emotion that was arduous to decipher.

I couldn’t drive on Highway 7 alone in such a state of despair
so I parked in an empty lot and soaked my face with acidic tears.

It’s nothing new, you’ve seen me like this, summer of ‘22.

I bet I can recall the white shirt I shed tears on.
I bet you don’t remember because your memory is shit like Liam’s.
Maybe you got rid of it because a drop of acid soaked through.

Well, I like you better in black anyway.

- e

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