Something Deep... Something Done... Something Still Happening...

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As I drive through C-5, I keep glancing your way...

You look out the window silently with nothing more to say. I make up some weird story just to keep your attention on me and not on the outside view whizzing past you.

(I ask you this question)

You slowly think awhile and laugh...

This soft laugh fills me...

The tone of your voice echoing throughout the car keeps me calm... I love hearing you try to answer my question...

You briefly look at me and smile... I glance from my side of the car to where you're at and I return this sweet gesture...

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With you I could have driven unto forever... Anything seemed possible with you there... smiling.

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What thoughts hound you tonight? What's keeping me from getting close to you? I wish I knew what it was all about...

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Were you really there that night? You seemed to be consumed by something else... Even before the event started...

You seemed to be contemplating something so deep... Was it bad timing? Maybe I was a victim of circumstance... I wish "they" picked a better time to unleash their frustrations on you.

I wish "she" picked a better time to do that... I wish "she" wasn't so hard on you...

It's not your fault.

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You looked so good... You still do.

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I miss you... so much...