"Whatever you do, do not travel alone.
That way you have memories you both could only ever have known.
You'll always have something special with them.
Travelling with another person is a gem.

-"What if you'd rather travel and see the world on your own?
And just meet people along the way?  As you said, you're never truly alone."

"Why's that, Maddy?"

-"Well, what if you're happier alone with oneself?
And, sir, you can't leave yourself..."

The trees did cast their dim shadows
representing every soldier
early this morning on the side of the road.
For hours we drove
waiting for the sun to greet us
and for the fog to stop seducing the trees.
When we arrived
you pledged your alligiance to our flag
and then whisked away in a bus.
We barely even said goodbye
it all happened to fast.
You became a soldier.
The drive home was... quiet.
The sun had finally greeted us
and the tree's soldier reflections had vanished into the light.
You were gone
and the ghost of every past soldier wasn't there to guide us home.

Today, we spoke properly
for the first time in weeks.
It was the first time
since that ***** came along.
We spoke about
every weekend we'd spent together,
hand in hand
and smiles that matched.
We spoke about our plans
to be rebellious
and break into buildings
that no one else knew of.
We spoke of our silly
childish games we'd play.
You smiled.
I laughed.
And I looked,
in your eyes,
for all those feelings we felt
to come flooding back in.



They never did.

Its gonna hurt tommorow
The light will hurt tommorow
The sun too bright tommorow

But tonight
My feet haven't touched the ground once

I bent down
And looked down at the lost people
Ill have to walk with them again
but not until tommorow

I never knew tonight
Was the last cigarette in the pack
I never learned which way your hands went
and why
Or if your car would have made it to D.C
without dying
But I remember
How cold your hands were
And how it was raining
And how you looked like an actress
caught
in a
simulated
rainstorm
and the fan would blow your hair
and the water buckets poured
And Johnny offscreen
Banging aluminum sheets together for thunder
a cigarette hangs from his lips
a flashbulb for some lightning
Your umbrella opens up
beneath your make up running
My chest began to squeeze
Between your wet hair falling
I couldn't hold it back any longer

I love you

......and cut

A hard luck kid
Pushing and fighting
Sleeping and reaping
Hand hold his girl Joann
Sleeping over drunk and high
You always slowed me down
You always made me mad
It's funny how your dishes in the sink
Would **** me off
But now I wish you were still around
To eat off the plates
And scrape your teeth on the fork
And leave your clothes in the floor
I wish you would open the door
And ask for a ride to buy beer

But

Now I'm smoking cigarettes
On your bedroom floor
Looking at the empty bottles
Wondering about the dresser
Filled with your drawings
And your lava lamp still going
Joann comes in
And cries in the doorway
Because she doesn't know what to do
With your clothes and your pictures
And I want so bad for you to open the front door
Singing Merle Haggard at the top of your lungs