On the highway I'm a traveler
stuck between the earth and the sky.
Green signs to my right slowly tick the miles by.

It's been a long time since I've last seen you.
You were the best friend I had,
A true one through and through.

But then one night you reached out
and cried for help,
But I wasn’t there.
You were completely by yourself.

I should've seen the signs coming, they were everywhere.
No food, no sleep, falling hair.
They say it's something that must destroy to survive.
One of the simplest, but most terrifying alibis.

As I approach the exit, I shed a tear.
I can’t think of a life without you near.
I start to signal and I move to the right.
I take the exit, my destination in sight.

I approach the gates and they open wide for me.
Time to let it go, time to finally be free.
You don't know what you have
until you're at the bottom of the pit,
utter blackness surrounds you
and your fate you must commit
to the seemingly miniscule sliver of hope that life goes on.

I walk through the grass-paved rows
until I find your name.
All these stories etched in concrete,
none of them the same.

I find your story on its own underneath a tree.
I say some words, drop some flowers,
and pray that you are free.