The Rearview Mirror

As I drive away from the past, from my old life, I look into the rearview mirror and hear my conscience say “Don’t think twice” But it hurts, because in the wreckage left behind, I see a life that I will never have, one that will never be mine I see all the damage, the loss that has occurred all because of me, and as I look into that rearview mirror it’s there in your eyes staring back at me All the pain, the wasted time, the bloodshed to my heart, the remains are left there in front of you like the pieces of a totaled car And so, I keep on driving farther and farther away from the view, away from your haunting eyes that are telling me you did what you had to do And through the tears obstructing my view I get it I do see, the reason why you made me go and took what was left of me You had no other choice you had to stay, and I had to go, but couldn’t you have prepared me for the impact you caused, wasn’t I to know? I never saw it coming and, in these situations, you rarely do, I was blind sighted caught in the aftermath of the destruction that was you I want to turn around because I feel for you and for me, your tears are intermingling with the pieces of my heart on the ground that you caused to be Can you feel it the calmness now after the collision is through? I might have walked away unscathed, but only on the outside, you can’t see the damage within you put me through The internal bleeding, my body that is all twisted up inside, yes, I may look like I’m not dead but to be honest I’m barely alive Could you not see it in my eyes? Did you not witness the pain? How could you just let me drive away knowing that you’re to blame? And the sad part is you don’t even care enough to come after me, your content with the way things ended while the shock of it is killing me.