I wonder if you take the back roads and still glance over to see if I’m home

if my car is dirty

even though you know I’ve been gone

i wonder if you see a Honda and think of me

or is your mind to busy  

I hate that I have these little reminders

i was typing someone’s name and accidentally almost called you

the fear stayed with me

When I looked up and saw a Denali

everytime I see a black lifted truck I look for the 666  

the fear of seeing you

not knowing what it would do to me

and I wonder if the same thing happens to you

but maybe I’m just glancing into a thought that is long gone

 

I turned on the TV for my Grandpa and helped him adjust his chair and our hands stayed intertwined

When I glanced back he was falling asleep

I started to get out of my seat and move my hand

his hand stayed searching to hold mine

his hand held mine

even though he was asleep

it was a searching

a longing

I felt that

and I stayed

there was a warmth

and I wondered

wow

this is a metaphor for life

we are all unknowingly looking

looking for the warmth

looking for the hand to hold

looking to no longer be cold