I have been driving endlessly, through valleys that are deeper than the highest mountains I have climbed. Through sunrises and sunsets, some lasting longer than the other.
Sleep is now a distant friend, so I carry on my journey alone. Often, I reach out my hand to hold yours, only to be reminded of your absence.
Voids the size of the Milky Way stare back at me.
So I wonder, how an empty heart can feel so heavy.
I thought I was running away from the mess I created. Driving away from you and your thoughts. But they’re all staring at me from the backseat.
Gently reminding me of the pain that has attached itself to me.
I want to come back home,
I want to come back to you.
But I am lost.
And I don’t think these roads can ever lead me back.