Come Ride Up Front with Me and Tell Me I Did Nothing Wrong

I broke my heart in San Francisco, high on a guy, caught in a lie

Photo by Darius Bashar on Unsplash

“Come ride up front with me.”

“That’s okay,” Oscar said, eyes barely open. “I’m just a few streets further.”

His was my last stop.

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