the fastest

You were screaming the lyrics that I loved
but had never heard,
and my greasy hair was sticking to my shoulders
and shining like gold in the sunlight.
I tucked it behind my ear
as the freeway was speeding by
and I wanted to whisper, “Slow down,
we’ll be home too soon,”
but you would never have slowed
because you always loved being the fastest.

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