I grab the steering wheel,
to feel every beat.
The shifter, the door,
whatever it takes.
The sky even reminds me of you,
dark, yet reflective,
lightning strikes,
why aren't you on the hood of my car?
with me?
Looking at that sky together,
to ask you to join me in this,
but your goodbye,
even before we parted, your goodbye,
shattered my world.
Keep telling yourself that you believe it,
maybe it will come true,
maybe I was true.
-daniel Wade