Letters as lyrics

Fictional story (its fictional in the way that its me envisioning being away from my wife out on the road with a band I don't have.)

I know you must know by now
that the length of our scars
have thinned with the road
from our home to my van.

I left all the lights on.
You picked up someones shift.
I still can't sleep, concerned
that when you see the bill
you'd blame it on me and quit.

I'm losing weight,
and speaking less.
I hear my wisdom stirring
in my dense and thickening chest.

When I'm not driving I've
been watching clouds break.
I feel my heart skip
and I hope you're ok.

I hope that you know
if nothing else
that I'm sorry about the dishes.
You could save them for when I get back.

I can imagine seeing a shovel,
where I'd left the rake.
I'd still have this callous,
though the seasons would change.

I hope that work went well.
I hope the time flew.
I hope when you get you home you find something worth doing.

I trust that the paper,
is worth more than a call.
I should be back,
when the last leaf falls.

I trust the seasons.
I am the tree's.
I'm falling to pieces,
in pile of me.

An acid tripping b*****d burning scripture in the rafters,
hoping to trip the smoke alarm.
I'm simply hoping that you know what I know.
Although, I was almost always wrong.

Author's Note

The idea of these letters is me beginning to regret things I didn't even think about when we were in the same house together. The distance itself is giving me moments of clarity. The images are going to be symbolic of bigger scaled issues, while trying to explore an honest description of the relationship.