Albert Thompson

When you're standing alone in the bitterness of cold,

And your feet can't seem to walk you down that road

That you are so desperately begging them to travel,

You are instead forced to watch it, before your eyes, unravel.

Without you, a pair of feet step ahead and leave you behind,

Leaving you in the darkness alone to watch the back of

A disappearing shadow that used to be all you knew and loved.

You want to follow but his threat hangs on the road like an invisible line.

His words are like barriers that keep you there, hanging on

To something that you cannot seem to even grasp in panic.

Your breathing quickens as you see him walking off without hesitation.

The beating of your heart fills your ears as you realize: "He's not coming back."

Warm tears stream down your face as you finally muster up the courage

To do what you feel is best at that point in time, what is needed: the truth.

"I won't follow you, but I am not going home!" You wanted to sound strong,

But your voice cracked and it was split by weak weeping and sobs.

His voice splits the night air: "Go HOME, or I'll make you."

Suddenly that barrier becomes smaller and you shrink

Inside, forcing yourself to fit in the limits that he gave.

You step back, afraid. He'd never hurt you, right?

You were once so sure but now your head is filled with doubt

And insecurities that make you wonder if you're safe.

Around the corner a truck is turning, and the headlights drown your face.

Standing in shock, you are frozen, standing on that yellow line.

 

Impulses run through you. You are high on fear and obsession.

Stepping out into the light you hear warnings from someone gone-

"Kat, get out of the road!" The fear that dwells in you is now shared

And hanging in the night air, on that road- lights creeping nearer.

 

"Why? Why should I move?" You yell, honestly wondering.

His back was turned just moments ago to walk away, so why

Does he so suddenly care now if you are taken from him?

Reluctantly you inch out of the way, broken inside, in spirit.

 

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I will always be broken inside, forever lingering down a road

Waiting for a loved one to turn around and come back.

But he stepped away and left me without hesitation.

Why am I still stuck standing on Albert Thompson?