More Often Than Not

More often than not I think of you.
Riding shotgun with the widows down
driving faster than we should.
Your fingers laced mine perfectly.
When those songs we belted out come on I think of you.
Proof that you were here.

More often than not I dream of you.
My heart projects our story all over my mind.
Memories my conscious mind tries to avoid most days.
The unfinished movie of our triumphs and mistakes.
The bittersweet  lessons learned there
are proof that you were here.

More often than not I see you.
Chasing strangers in the dark my heart deems familiar.
I see you in "our places"
The ones I dare not visit however,
we've painted/tainted this town much to rich a color to run from or avoid.
In the familiar there is proof you were here.

More often than not my wounds open.
Insecurities run like blood from my freshly cut open guard.
I remember our attempts at overcoming these demons.
Yours and mine chose not to intertwine.
A factor that undoubtedly played part in our demise.
Walls built and broken serve as proof you were here.

More often than not my heart realizes absence.
Although I walked away a part of me remains with you.
The road lead to a dead end but the love never did.
In the absence of the part of me you'll forever have
and the friend a world away
there is proof you were here.

In my regrets there is proof you were here.

In fingers stretched out in the dark that still reach for you
there is proof you were here.

In the longing of a best friend remembered
there is proof you were here.

In the hands that feel different from yours
there is proof you were here.

In the love that still flourishes
There is proof you were here.....

More often than not I miss you
though I know "we" couldn't stay.