Dear God
He sighed as he crossed the Tennessee state line into Kentucky. He was the only one on the road at this hour, just him and his motorcycle. He was so far away from home and as he kept going he thought about why he was really doing this. What he was doing. His mind kept replaying what she'd said to him before he'd left a few hours ago. "I'll always love you." He couldn't help it, he wanted to turn around and go back to her, wanting her back in his arms. The more he thought about it the more he realized that there wasn't anything for him on this road, nothing was going to be waiting for him at the end of the line unless he turned around and went back to her. He passed through a city, all of the lights were of, no one was out, and everything was closed down. He passed a small mom and pop diner and thought about all the times he'd taken her out to the one in their town. He had a few pictures of he in his pocket; they would have to get him through missing her. He couldn't go back. He wasn't no good for her, she deserved better.
He was searching for something he knew he'd never find. He had wanted to stay with her, he'd found something beautiful in a shit of a town but he'd let her go, so he could find something better. He knew now there was nothing better. Nothing was better than her. He lay awake in the shitty motel he'd pulled up to, staring at the ceiling, wishing she was there so he could hold her. Hope of getting her back was staring to fade away. Would she really be waiting for him?
He sent up a prayer to a god he didn't believe in, not anymore, but she did. He asked him to hold her for him when he wasn't around, when he couldn't be there and she needed it the most. To watch out for her in his place. Fuck, he was really wishing he'd stayed. He was lonely, tired of being lonely, exhausted but sleep wouldn't come, he was missing her, again, and again, and again.