Taking the Long Way Home
Within this tunnel vision-warped hole,
I'm thinking of you driving home.
Two hands on the wheel, I'm staring, dead and daring.
With years resisting promises: it's hard somehow,
thinking of you right now.
Your smell is back again, a moment that hits me alone.
You live bodiless in my senses;
only someone who's lost would have understanding.
The world casts your shadow and leaves your footprints:
wherein them all my desire and your beauty is bestowed
Even night lights up with you like fire.
It finds me, casting clovers to nowhere, tasting hope.
Your life with me reflects off the white lines,
signaling my memories with you as I drive tired and
finding you everywhere, hidden.
It's your smile I'm missing, those that won't be given,
that makes time long and unforgiving.
Perceiving ends and the empty places you would've been,
I floor my mistakes, imagining it all to be different.
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I'm happily married and a soon-to-be father in August 2016. My life has been filled with unexpected turns and the loss of loved ones. We all know the saying, "you don't know what you have 'till it's gone." I wanted to capture this feeling to further appreciate my wife. So one evening, on a drive home, I thought of what my life would be like if the love of my life was no longer with me, how I would feel and wrote "Taking the Long Way Home."