It's been horrible. First it broke (got sick), then it got fixed (got better), and then it went out and up and died on us, too many miles away, five days before payday. (too far from home; too soon.)
Actually it isn't as dead as you are. It's motor will still run, just like your big ol' loving heart kept going, even when every other part of you was giving up.
But to me, it is. I'm done with it. What good is a heart with no body or soul?
And that grieves me.
It's one more, one last thing that was mutually ours (outside of furniture and children).
One more shared-with-you that has Gone from my life.
One more step into Life Without You.
And I don't like it.
I don't like this life without you, and I sure as hell don't like the loss of things we shared.
I don't like things that seem to take me a step farther or further away from you.
I just don't like it.
And if I should cry for our car, I hope someone will know that it isn't the car.
It's still you I'm grieving for.
Actually it isn't as dead as you are. It's motor will still run, just like your big ol' loving heart kept going, even when every other part of you was giving up.
But to me, it is. I'm done with it. What good is a heart with no body or soul?
And that grieves me.
It's one more, one last thing that was mutually ours (outside of furniture and children).
One more shared-with-you that has Gone from my life.
One more step into Life Without You.
And I don't like it.
I don't like this life without you, and I sure as hell don't like the loss of things we shared.
I don't like things that seem to take me a step farther or further away from you.
I just don't like it.
And if I should cry for our car, I hope someone will know that it isn't the car.
It's still you I'm grieving for.
