Rear View Mirror
It was two months before I let myself cry over it.
Sitting alone on the bed,
it crushed me like a mountain.
It laid me out flat and cold.
I cried until my eyes went red and fell out.
I knew then I still had some healing to do.
That night I felt like an empty field.
Every tune on the radio broke my heart all over again.
When I woke in the morning- the feeling still remained.
I imagined the day they would come get me.
“You are leaving West Virginia”,
reads the sign in the rear view mirror.
We would drive miles through the hills,
I could talk about the pain with someone who cares.
The pain of something beautiful that didn’t last.
The pain that I couldn’t have it all.
The truth that it wasn’t enough.
The truth that I had been settling.
The feeling of knowing you love someone deeply,
but they were never going to change.
They say grief is just love with nowhere to go.
I think they’re right.
“It was like she was cheated. Only nobody had cheated her. So there was nobody to take it out on. However, just the same she had that feeling. Cheated.” -The Heart is a Lonely Hunter".