It's raining, and you're gone again.
I never noticed how sad that song is,
Until it was playing in the rain
As I drove away,
With you in my rear view for the last time.
I have this dream
You chase after me
Begging me not to go.
My truck creaks when you aren't in the passenger seat. Singing along to that song.
Sometime I wish you wrote sad peotry too.
About me, writing about you.