the isolated thoughts
that stray
as i drive home
after a quiet dinner
on a sunday
i think about the future
and where she is
the past
and who she was
all the evils that i felt
all the loneliness i feel now
the sadness from the loss
the acceptance
the grievance
the not so good goodbyes
the late night cries
the wallows
the shakes
feeling like
i'm never gonna make it
but i still get up
and i still strive
i still go up
go out
i still communicate
and love
and feel
i live harder now
cuz it's so real
and that's why i'm thankful for
the pain i feel