Late Night Drive

does time heal all wounds?

I drove past your place the other day
Hoping a piece of you was still there
Slowly pressing the breaks
As if at any moment you would pop out of the door
Expecting
Heavy breathing heavy chest caving in on myself
I drove past your place
Trying failing to ignore the marks of burn seared into the corners of rooftops
Giving taking notice of the new door, new garage door, old door tossed out
The one you walked out of
I drove past your place
As if we were supposed to meet up
As if you’d even remember me
I’ve forgotten your voice
You used to sing to me
I’ve forgotten your eyes
They look back at me when I stretch my lids to remember you
I drove past your place
And almost stopped 
To yell at you for leaving me
Us
We
Miss you
I had forgotten this hole was here
Til I drove past your place
Your place of torture
Your chamber of vile unrest
Where your last breath chased away burning embers
That entombed you
Round metal that consumed you
Hate that removed you from this place
I drove so slowly
As if I’d never see you again 
All over again
And then I drove away
Looking for your favorite song on the radio
Playing back arguments to find your vibration
I couldn’t find you on any station
Jim
Grandpa
Vitamin C