The thunder knocks us off balance.
Turns are taken shooting lightning bolts
where we both know it hurts the most.

The world is hazy as you leave me, tired,
while i blindly (quite literally) drive home after the storm.

A drive that should not have gone smoothly,
gone by without a single reaching hand.

Morning came as the birds sang and
the world went on doing what it knows best,
all while you exist without the slightest bit of worry
or hesitation.
I am stupid to have expected something different.

I think the worth of someone dear is much more than a rainy night.
If one night causes one to forget,
what will a lifetime do?

I am jolted awake.
Sweaty and confused, the truth of my world sets in.

My nightmares have become my reality,
and i'm ashamed to admit i was awoken crying your name.

Not even metaphorically, I legitimately cried myself awake.
I was not aware it was possible for sadness to transcend through your dreams in such a way, and i'm forced to let the wave pass the best i can.
I have never woken up with the confirmation that you
truly are gone,
and i mean nothing to you.

My dreams are now strictly you fulfilled by the world and others,
meeting new people to replace me,
while i scream your name into nothingness.

mehh
come back please

Get a move on,
times a tickin.

No room for pauperism,
thoughts much more valuable than
minuscule discomforts.

My hands are full darlin,
much to do,
a quarrel with ya don't compare to potential melodies unsung.

So get a move on and pull yourself together,
trail behind and we’ll sail to spite the weather.