The most beautiful,
Olive to be driven.
Fast and reliable.
Unique, like me, unobtainable.

Treated with respect,
Manuel transmission on a bet.
Small, getting from a to b.
Your radio never let me feel alone.

The first I got for myself.
Misfortune was given once more.
Bestowed on my life was a choice,
To be kind, or wary.

Kindness is always my choice,
You paid for it.
More than I.
Only two weeks were you gone.

When I saw you, I was in tears.
Shocked, horrified,
At the mirror of what my soul,
Had been through.

To come back once more,
Through you I saw my broken self.
Breaking more,
Miss you and the freedom.

It’s been ten years, long but short nonetheless,
But these last few weeks seem most valuable:
With the many tears, shed but shown much less,
With what was and still isn’t; days, countable,
Unwind the deep depths of my mind, as I press
And **** what memories I have left, unable
To realize, much more see, how near sunset’s
Come. For me, it might be time to buy a shave.

I’ve got a lot to look back to, much more to look at:
Those days I cried because I couldn’t fight and
The days I’ll fight because I wouldn’t cry… That,
That and why things are the way they are without
Having to ask “why?” are the things my mind can’t
Help but think of. It’s my time to wake up now.

Sunset nears, but there is no need to fear the night.
All nights pass as if there is none; hence, sleep is time
Travel. Sunrise will come just as soon as sunset; right
After the sun waves goodbye it greets us with light
So brilliant. Indeed, it is time to wake up… Tomorrow
Is just like any other day, just that it starts another
Ten years… of pain and joy, of sorrow and laughter,
Of new things and old habits… I’m not even halfway there!