2 months had pasted. My face is dry my stubble is rough and scratches my hands whenever I have my face buried in them. I don't know how I got here. Em's gone. It's not just her that's left. My whole world feels broken. Even the broken clock in this cafe seems like a comfort to my aching body. I think I'm on my 50th coffee today. The hot expresso circles match my dark black circles around my eyes. I don't know what happened. We had a fight. Only a small one, about the amount of money we'd be spending. She was screaming at me. I was shouting back. And then as quick as that she left. I don't know how she got to wherever she wanted to go. I have the car. I tried ringing her cell.. Nothing. Dead line.
Ive been trying to find her. Everyday driving. As soon as she left i was driving on the freeway doing 90. I suddenly have a feeling.I rush out of the cafe, rustling my keys in my pocket and jump in the car. It's about 3am and its still dark. Street lights set the mood for the lonely streets. Just how i feel. But I can't walk away now. I need to see her. My soul just feels .. Lifeless. She is my life. The air I breathe. The heart that keeps me alive. My dreams are filled with darkness. I remember the day you said you wanted to run away and I didn't hesitate.
I think I know where to find you. Someplace only we know. I'll have nothing if they took you away.
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