Malibu on the radio
brings back foggy
November night drives
So innocent we lost
ourselves to the tune
and enfolding fall night.
Over ten years on
all I can remember is the song
and headlights on the road
winding like a memory along
dark paths under
a cold pale moon.
Did we have sex that night?
Was your hand holding mine?
I remember fog closing in
as my memory now courses on
down grey roads towards
different days without
knowing the song.
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