by Chelsea Donahue
I remember the way you looked
When you loved me the loudest,
Driving up the coast in your Chevy.
The smell of the ocean
Wafting through open windows
The sun shining down on laughter
The music drowning out reality.
We lost ourselves in the city
Hidden among the cobblestone road.
That day became just a memory,
The kind we soak up on rainy days
Hungry for a glimmer of sun and surf,
And magic in a normal world.