| You know how much I care, and every time you need me, I'm always there. But what happens when I'm out here on the road and I need you? What happens when then night is so cold and I'm lonely too? I know that you're just a phone call away, but it's just not the same, as when we would make love all day, and you would scream out my name. You know how it is out here on tour, so far away from you, I just can't take it anymore. I know I have to do it, and a part of me wants to, but just not like this, cold, lonely, and always missing you. I can't change my life, and I wouldn't if I could, and I never took my wrist to the knife, even though you said I would. I wish I could change what happened between us, when I hung up on you without saying goodbye, and home is the next place we're stopping the bus, maybe, just maybe, I'll just stop to say hi. -Michael Chad Vicknair Copyright �2001 Michael Vicknair Return to Submitted Poetry |