Today I drove past your house, For a moment I thought I would scream, For a moment I thought I knocked on your door, Just like in my dreams.
The road felt like my own veins, winding throughout my body to keep me moving, to keep me alive. I pull over, Turn off the engine, Hands tense around the steering wheel. Eyes closed, I am taken back to the midnight conversations and coffee orders and that photo of us. Oh, that photo of us.
Suddenly, I am home.
Sitting in my driveway, the time has passed me like a summerβs love affair: quick and disappointing. My knuckles clench until they glow white.
Nothing can change how I feel, No highway hypnosis or holistic home remedy can heal this hurt.