Dirty door
Slammed shut
As she dropped her into drive
Behind her
A still frame
Of what once was
Rose petals
And Babies Breath
Wilted and dried
Still dust the counter
From the last time
He said he was sorry
Pedal down
Pushing her forward
Wheel gripped tightly
As thick exhaust
Broken by laser beam lights
Dissipates into red hue glow
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