Mar 2
Where is the part where we talk about the loss we carry. In the people we once saw a life with, a wife with, a spark that ignited so bright at the worse timing. A pull of the universe but you already collided with the sun that you pledged your love to.
Where is the part where we talk about right place, wrong ending . When you step back and watch her light shine on and hope she finds the happiness you spoke about over a glass of bourbon.
I still check your stories
I still think about that night
I still think what if
I’ll love you till the lights go.
