why does it always feel like i am driving in the dark without headlights
my rearview mirror only shows me the good times, the things that lit us up
our passion and your glowing halo
the depths of despair are hidden, they only happened behind closed doors
all i see is the spot light shining on our fairy tale
bonfire nights when we shared a blanket
your fireworks crashing into the sky in the summer night
the roller coaster highs
your eyes like a beacon
lightning storms that we watched from your driveway
glistening snowflakes
the shiny and bright times,
front yards sprinkled with Christmas sparkles,
(this year it feels more like eXmas)
waiting for my phone to light up next to my bed on nights we were apart
the Caribbean glistening
in the rearview i don’t see my tears in the dark on the shower floor
i can’t hear the yelling and screaming
the lies are nowhere to be found, invisible remnants
only the songs we danced to in candlelight that are playing on my radio
sunsets over palm trees and our steel pan dreams
i see the same stars and moon we gazed at while we were lying on the pier
trying to tell planets apart from planes and anticipating our first kiss