It's hard to think just how fast things change. It's hard to think who would do this. It's hard to think who would do this to her. It's hard to think that she's gone. And I'm left asking why?
The dark clouds hang in the sky as the pastor prays one last time. Then they lower the casket. The tears fall like rain as they run down my face. I whisper one last goodbye as I walk away. Leaving behind my mother, my best friend.
The house is empty. My questions unanswered. I shut the door on what was and leave in search for the answers I need to move on.
I have a map and a full tank of gas. I need to go back to the place of new beginnings.
Logan's POV
Eighteen years and I still feel the same way. I still feel the pain tearing apart my heart. I still feel like everything will be okay in a day or so. I still feel like I'll go home and find her sitting there. But, that won't happen. She isn't here anymore. She left and I just keep asking why. Why did she leave? Why didn't she say goodbye? Why couldn't I follow? Why?
Nothing is the same. My home is the bars I go to at night. My only friend is my bike. My life is me and the open road. I don't think I could go back. I couldn't stand it. Seeing her everywhere. Thinking about what could have been and what should have been. A least out here the beer drowns out the thoughts. The memories don't leave. I still find myself seeing the way she looked at me. I still she her every time I look at another woman. There is no moving on. There are no answers. There is nothing left.