I sped through the familiar avenues,
Feeling lonely, as never before;
Drowned in anguish
By a wave of nostalgia.
Cheerful conversations of bygone days,
As apparitional whispers,
Deleting playlists only seemed like a cruel joke
As I struggled to repress
That flashed by in montage.
Each agonizing minute
Felt like a decade,
And conflicted emotions.
I long to hold her one last time,
Tell her how precious she is,
Promise to be her faithful partner, in sickness and in health
And mean it this time.
She will be nothing more than a memory,
Etched in my mind forever,
Like a footprint on wet sand;
For life gives us second chances but death, doesn’t.