Gone Again

the car is filled with your scent. and the jacket around my shoulders, is a beautiful memory, of the day we were on the beach. and it started raining unexpectedly... there's a torn photograph in my lap, and a handwritten, burned letter too. my aching head is in my trembling hands. and the tears roll down my face, as they drop onto words that used to embrace.. there's a locket hanging from my neck. and it tells the story of promises, which were brushed aside, only twenty five minutes ago, when you had to abandon the ride....