I blared my favorite songs throughout the car
and ignored the speed limit on the country roads
yet I still cried and banged my head on the wheel
because ironically, all my favorite songs are yours, too.

I attempted shopping and picking out pretty things
and I was happy for the first ten minutes
but then I broke down in the frozen foods section
and walked out with nothing but more grief.

I picked up my guitar to strum my pain away
but I zoned out thinking of you and staring at my reflection in the mirror
as I thoughtlessly picked the same string over and over

and that
is what I am
without you.