I hear a song on the radio, and I think of you.
For a split second, I can feel the warmth of your voice in my chest.
Then the note changes, and I remember you are not there.
And I am alone, listening to a song that reminds me of you.
Instead of changing the station, I drive forward listening.
Picturing your face in my mind.
Knowing I can’t go backwards.
So, I keep driving, wishing the ghost of you would pass me by.
For I am haunted.
Haunted by what could have been.
Haunted by what my life has become.
Maybe the next song will make me forget.
I hold my breath between the last note for one song and the first for another,
As if it will change anything.
I get lost there in the abyss.
The space in between
Unable to hear any notes except for the beating of my broken heart.
As if time has stopped and the world no longer spins,
I am stuck in the thought that I will never know where I should be.
Like a hot knife through butter, the lyrics “You won’t break my soul” split my world in two.
Then sew me back together again.
I drive forward with a new anthem in my heart.
Knowing that I am exactly where I am supposed to be.
The past cannot change.
The future is unknown.
But where we are right now,
Is exactly where we should be.