Our Song

My best songs were about you; full of pure honesty and hopeless desperation. They were written in minor keys on lonesome days when I needed you most. And I still sing your name in my sleep – a lilted melody that cuts deep and wakes me from a nightmare that doesn’t end when my eyes open to the empty space you left in my bed. With sleepless eyes I drive until the sunrise and the radio is playing our song. It makes my heart heavy and my hands numb but I still scream along at the top of my lungs.

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