5:36 p.m. - Thursday, Jan. 09, 2003
on the way home
the cold air makes it way through bare branches as a sigh escapes my lips
i'm making my way home
headlights like eyes of someone, anyone so i don't feel so alone
so many times i've thought about taking that hard right
so many times i've thought of ending this lifetime
the car in front of me slowing, almost stopping
making a turn, dropping a cigarette butt
the embers fading away into the snow
and then i think of you
the sky turns red as the sun sets saying goodnight
and the moon says good evening
i wonder how it would feel driving off the cliff
would i burst into flames before i burst into tears
if i were to sigh would you know it was for you?
if i were to scream would the hair on the back of your neck stand up?
if i were to breathe my last gasping breath, would you think of me?

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