Nostalgia

From the last time we drove in his car. I miss you, dad.

Wet pavement and greasy pizza

Blurred lights through a fogged window

Words caged behind teeth

Potholes and speed bumps

crackling radio

Rain rain rain

Author's Note

I know I'm a bit rusty, don't hold back with the criticism.

Reviews

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I have no criticism. I like the way you write with a simple style that displays feelings behind the words I can picture and relate to.