I will race through broken homes and closed doors. I will feel the driving rain against cold momentum. I will reach out into the darkness and know that your hand will meet my hand.
I will feel around in dust bins and old insecurities. I will climb over mountains of stone and of doubt. I will believe you when you tell me. I will try to. I swear I will.
One of these nights...
I will watch the tail lights fade into memories we make. I will force away the guilt I will...