this is where i say i've had enough
She got in her car and she started driving, she drove the path to your street that she always took. She listened to your music the whole way there, you weren’t there to sing to her. She ended up at your house and she walked up your driveway but you weren’t home. So she went inside and waited for you in the room that you used to sit in, she sat on the couch, but you never came. She looked for you in your room but you weren’t there so she laid on your bed and waited for you, but you never came. She left your house and stood where you used to say goodbye to her, she looked for you but you never came. Her chest was heaving and she struggled to suppress the tears that were streaming down her face, but she smiled when she thought of you. When she got back in her car she noticed that the name of every street was the same and cars that she swear just drove by keep passing her on the road. Every house looks like the one before it and every voice sounds alike. I feel so bad when I look at her but I cant hug her and tell her it will be alright because she knows that it wont be. she cries as I try to console her and she looks so pathetic, everyday is the same to her and nothing ever feels any different. The strength that she had is now crippling her, “is this what it feels like” she asks, “I really wouldn’t know” I reply.. She now sees what she left in her path, and to torture a clique she tells me, “ what goes around comes around.” It was a contradiction of sorts but she loved it with all she had, she just couldn’t get the pieces to fit. Im sorry I tell her, but your reality is a four letter word, she cries when she hears what she already knows.