Long kiss goodbye, under the sodium moon,
your breath a ghost on the glass of my beat-up coupe.
Engines idle like hearts that can’t choose—
one more slow-motion press of lips,
then the road pulls you loose.
Static radio teaches the dark to forget;
I taste wintergreen, salt, and regret.
Taillights dissolve, red comets they fly—
I keep driving, lips burning,
with your long kiss goodbye.