Their Loving Cup
Their loving cup sits on a shelf
stained by the dust gathered there
Next to a grainy photo of the chair
where he first styled her hair
Tears trickle 'cross the windshield
their first and last car
Lips melting on a screeching curve
intersecting the moon and the stars
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