So think of the times,
The time spent laughing throughout the day,
And comfort of being alone,
Without any connections needing repaired.
Now I find myself doubting love,
Town to town driving without a care,
Never fooled from the fiction of faith up above,
But it seems I'm begging for someone to be there.
Now I see myself never home,
With guilt of hurt foreshadowing ones that cared,
I thought we would both cherish the moments as we aged,
But life is equally just as unfair.
Tell the ones beside me I'm alright.
I finished the chapter of my book tonight.
Ask the heavens to keep the stars up for me