I stare at the pictures
That hang on
My wall
Studying the best things in my life
Believing
Hoping
this gut feeling isn't right
You haven't come
In three long days
And I haven't left
This collage of my life with you...
Mom asks what's wrong
And I dare not answer
Who Am I to say where you have gone
You am I to say what might have befallen
So later that third day
I make my way out
And Am not surprised to find
Police gathered round
like a convention they are used to
Talking and eating
While crime scene spreads out
I run up crying
Begging the skies
"Hey, girl
What do you think you're doing
You can't cross that line"
Gods do I fight
i want to see you
You have to be alive
you can't be gone Matt
you're to stay here
You're mine
Please Matt, Don't go
Don't leave me behind...
Your face is smooth and clean
Not something I'm used to
But that doesn't mean a thing
Machines seem to count the time down
Before they declare your death
You have to come back
You can't be dead
"Matt, I love you
Come home"
I beg, gripping
Your still warm hand
Pressing my wet cheek to your palm
Wanting this
To
Be A
Lie
