I spend 11 months of the year away,
That last month is hell.
I drive around town with family, with friends enjoying my time.
Then the thought hits me.
I remember, that one time we did that one thing at that one place.
I just go quiet. I am thinking. Thinking about your hands and your mouth. Thinking about how what used to be my home doesn't feel the same without you.
Then I see something else,
And the process repeats..........
I can't escape it. Anywhere I go I see you and me together. Why do I see us when I know you don't want to see my stupid face ever again?
It's because you still hold my heart in your hand.
