Wrong Place At The Wrong Time
And there’s still turns on back roads I make thinking of you. But it’s not just you that crosses my mind when I’m back home and I clench the necklace you gave me, that still hangs where you left it.
I think of your sister and I hope she doesn’t still come home from work with her eyes red. And! hope she’s met someone who realizes she’s as beautiful as I always thought. I hope your best friend finally got a job and is secure.
And your nephew is still getting straight As. I hope your mom’s health is good and your uncle’s business is doing okay despite your fears. And I hope your cousin is doing well a year or so after his promotion.
It isn’t just you I come to think of when I’m back but you and everyone your life revolved around. A life I was so happy to be a part of.
I say a quick prayer. I hope you’ve healed from the things that hurt you in the past. The things I was always too afraid to ask you about. The things that only came up late at night when your breath smelled of whiskey. The girl out in the job that ended and the place I know it hurt to leave. More than anything in the world ! hope you healed from the things you never spoke about.
They say hurt people hurt people. Maybe I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, a casualty of the process in the crossfire of it all. I just never wanted you to be the lesson I had to learn the hard way. I never wanted your name to be the one that still tastes as bitter rolling off my tongue, as the shots I take without a chaser on Friday’s in the bar we met.