Inhale the open air
let the blue skies blanket you a place I call home is now sorrow you were a keystone in the bridge that made the covered bridge strong. Strong as a Peterbilt like the rig you put miles in complex as the winding roads you devoured under those wheels “Just cuz you’re old doesn’t mean you’re dead.” Forever young was the wisest smile down on me now as I remember the old dusty trails we blazed laugh at the certainty of joy feet on the dash tequila and tail lights when the red dirt settles All is a great tragedy Hank never sounds the same The drink is never strong enough and the road is never long enough The loss trains the mud clots in my treads but never ends the journey
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