A Letter To Georgia
How can I explain to you the picture of this avenue?
The rain falls on the street outside my window on this Tuesday afternoon.
I sit alone inside these same four walls I've lived inside.
So many lives I've lived and died; none so much as the one I lived with you.
I see you on the highway a thousand miles away.
Rain falls through your hair and cheeks.
Tears and mascara streaks.
Your face reflected in the glass.
Lines in the pavement go past just like the lines around your eyes that held the weight of all these sad goodbyes.
Everybody that I know thinks that I should just let you go.
You run from everything, they say.
Hurt the ones you love like me.
But here I sit and picture you your fingers worn, your shirt torn through.
A heart so big it broke in two.
Your mind drifting through all you knew.
Afraid to love; afraid to lose;
Afraid to start; afraid to choose;
Afraid to live; afraid to die;
Afraid to let these days go sail by;
Afraid to change or stay the same;
Afraid to lose yourself again;
Afraid of this truth that love could cause you so much pain.
I felt it, too.
Sweetheart, I wish it wasn't true.