and i'm just now posting it.
not to bring it all up again,
but just for you.
she'll be spending her
nights somewhere
north from here,
and i'll count
the stars
over and
over.
...oh, i would give anything.
just to live one day
in those shoes.
the mile-markers seem
to rush by faster and
faster.
hands on the wheel,
foot on the pedal,
eyes on the road,
but where is your mind?
i hate to feel,
eating raw metal,
such a heavy load,
and what did you find?
i'm going back to the start.
so we're counting stars
or counting lions,
i don't remember which,
when we decide to play
pretend.
just lay in the grass and
breathe.
just imagine the archive you've
left me here with.
words, smiles, eyes.
stupid little secret inside things
that mean little to nothing
to anyone else.
then the cold came,
and a tear hit the page.
then the cold came,
and you were gone.
and maybe we won't have dates
for breakfast anymore,
and we'll never sit on that
wall together again.
and you won't be here with
a box of cookie crisp for me to steal,
and we won't be sharing many camels.
and i won't be there to say
the stupid shit that i say,
and you won't be here to
push me up.
and maybe God has a different
plan for you than what i want to see,
but that's just how it has to be.
my dear, SarahBeth,
you'll always be a part of me.
the lions aren't going anywhere,
and neither are the stars.
i see the sun fall through your hair,
and you're not going far.
don't forget about me
when you're out there.
we are not the same.
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