wishing on a million things yet knowing its too late for any of them
and torn by the impending loss and fear that the end of the long night holds
your left with just enough strength to raise a smile
the next day you awake to eyes that you know so well
but are afraid to remember
yet you speak and it takes great effort
but it had to be said
and knowing how much it bothers her when you dont smile
your face bears no expression
because in an hour or so (depending on how long it takes to pack)
you will be too far gone to ever come back
you know you have to get out of this
before anyone gets hurt
youve worked so hard - better than she deserves
but it cant go on
so with your attention fixed on the rear view mirror
you slowly drive away