50 Days
Flying out of town
While my tank sits on empty.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt more lost.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt more confused.
Mind numbing thoughts of the abuse.
I’m older now,
I should be able to let go.
The only time I think I’ve ever felt peace
Is on the open road.
The song changes,
It’s a familiar tune.
Now all my thoughts lead directly to you.
I feel the sun warm my skin,
Knowing you’re coming home again.
The only other time I think I’ve ever felt peace
Is when it’s just you and me,
Tangled in your bedsheets.
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Thank you for the imagery. Its peaceful.