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Getaway Car

A Poem

It may have been my


          or my foot on the gas

that led me there that night.

It may have been 

that I was driving until

nothing reminded me of you.

Because when I saw the mall

where we found a dress that fit


I went faster.

And when I saw the theater

where we held hands 

the whole show

I kept driving-

almost back in time.

And I stopped at the bakery

where you had soup

and a big smile

and so much potential.

I parked there,

walked up to that dark, wood table

and winced because

I'd never seen a table that looked quite as empty.

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