i stopped writing poems because the only poems that were leaking off the pen were always inked with traces of you i couldn't bare it any more not writing about you especially now that you've taken it upon yourself to leave drive miles and miles away never turning your head to check the rearview mirror I can't stand the thought of you out there alone lonely, with shivers in your heart with no one there to whisper in your ear it will all be alright, hey, i love you the thought of your hands being cold at night and no one there to hold them makes me want to scream but I know I know to move forward you have to leave past, past somehow I became past when I used to be future I don't recall when that happened just promise me as you leave you'll take one more look in your rearview let me blow you a kiss and wave you off as you drive goodbye one last act of love for my baby let me let you leave