red, blue,
red blue,
red blue,
then sirens.
before the credits rolled...
how did we get here?
she asked him before he closed his eyes.
he said...
smell of cologne
diamante necklace
red lipstick
dotted dress
a chiffon scarf and
white roses
like the old movies, honey.
driving at full speed
in a black convertible
down the free way
wind on your face
manicured hand on his lap
her Mafioso king...
loving his gangster queen
held every string of her heart in the palm his hands
swerving it around like the steering wheel.
a...