Gone

It's a long drive home, and it's even longer without you in the passenger seat. 

I just wish I could take it all back. That when we greeted time, and shook his hand, that we could turn it back just five seconds. 

We could have ruled the world by now, you and I. We could have built our house of paiper mâché, and used the paper with our story written down on it. 

We could have gotten that raven to sing together, to sing a song that only lovers can sing along to, a song that we all name our own. 

Out of these broken bones, and broken heart, I don't know who needs the wheelchair more. I don't even know what happened when the rubber hit the rocks. There was

 

so.

Much.

Fire.  

The fire coming from in front of my eyes was no match for the fire burning inside my chest as I watched your last breath leave you almost like a ghost. 

A river of salt poured from what you told me was your favorite part of me. 

And it seemed that my favorite part of you was gone.