Songs aren't just songs anymore they are the things that make me think of her. Of the afternoons with her and the evenings of our youth. Books aren't books anymore they are the words I professed to her, stories of love and triumph that I could never write. Tonight I'll drive on the open highway lost and alone with my headlights out so that no one could find me, driving in the darkness, driving toward a life without knowing.
Whatever we had or didn't should be left at that, memories that will fade and dig roots into a hollowed heart that gets harder by the day. When I wish to remmeber I get in my cold car and drive into the darkness my only companion,... the soundtrack to the get away. But cheer up Charlie Brown, lifes too short and your too beautiful to ever have to frown.
