turn around
Current mood: guilty
Category: Writing and Poetry
why didn't i turn around that night?
i left your side and was driving down the road when the awful thought hit me.
i pushed it away because it was to heartbreaking and awful to even imagine being true.
it's true though. that awful painful thing came true.
many years later. now i want to be back in that car, and turn around.
turn around and kiss you, tell you i love you. to hold you one last time and say goodbye.
sometimes i think maybe you knew that night to, the way you held me, that we would never see each other again.
i miss you right now, which is why i'm writing this i guess.
i'm wishing i could just turn around, not everything, but turn a few things around.
wishing you could turn around and see life really was worth living.
wishing that one day you would be in a store and turn around and there i would be, home for a visit not expecting to see you.
the last few times i was home i did alot of turning around, wishing you would be there.
once i turned around, i was happy at who i found, but it wasn't you.
never did i turn around to you.
i love you dearly and miss you more.
next time i know what i knew then, i will turn around.
