trace your heart out

last time I saw her was
in a parking lot
at a
Jack In The Box
on
Main Street.

I got
inside her
Chevy F150
with the broken
right side of
the windshield
and
stared at
the cracks
as the
little pieces
of light reflected
like veins.

I looked
at her
and she still
had those
easy blue eyes
and platinum
blonde hair
that was just
outright
sickening.

everything
about her
screamed
freedom
while
the
pit of
my stomach
just ached
as I traced
and mapped
every
line like
a palm
reader.

it was
then
that I
knew it was
all finally
over
and
I would
never
see that
platinum blonde
hair that
was just
outright
stupid.