The gas station glows under flickering lights
by Mae Pike
· 06/01/2026
Published 06/01/2026 18:06
The gas station glows under flickering lights,
as shadows pool like spilled regrets,
the scent of gasoline bites, ignites,
a moment where our past quietly sets.
You walked past me, eyes lost in the haze,
words unsaid hung heavy in the air,
nostalgia wrapped tight in a smoke-filled maze,
a bond frayed by silence, a weight we both wear.