Everythings such a surreal blur I find myself pacing trying to find clarity, thinking about whats happened, and trying to find piece of mind.
I would of thought by now my tear ducts would be empty, or at least on strike from being over worked. I guess not.
Trying to find the words for how I feel has been more challenging than I inclined, nothing explains how I really feel. I’m not even sure how I feel.
Just as everything seems back to normal I stop and remember… Its not.
I keep hoping every time I close my eyes and re-open them everything is all over, it was just a dream, a figure of my imagination. I keep hoping to turn a corner and for Ashton Kutcher to pop out telling me I’m punk’d, but I’m only kidding myself.
This is real and nothing can take that back, nothing can change what happened and nothing can make up for it.
No matter how hard I try not to think about everything that’s happened, I stop for a millisecond and it pop straight back into my mind and as I settle to lay down with you for the night, I wonder…
Did she lay where I lay? Did she make make you smile like I do?
Did you think about me while it happened; or was I thrown to the curb like last weeks garbage. Will things ever be the same or am I always going to see her as you try to kiss me?
