Because it takes something more than just sweet lies

I will walk up your cracked driveway, remembering the day that the bushes in your front yard were cut down and how the sound of the chainsaw became our soundtrack for the day we spent in bed. All that is left are holes yet to be filled in, familiar. I will feel the weight with each step up to your door. I'll walk through the doorway and pause for several moments to familiarize my eyes with your old and new features. There will be no embrace, we'll climb more stairs each one taking more and more out of me. I'll feel like I ran a marathon, without the exhilaration. Your room will look exactly the way I cleaned it months before, I still remember where everything is placed, and all the secrets we threw away. You will play me the head of the song that you wrote for me on the piano. Just like Alice in Wonderland I will fall into Technicolor oblivion. We will talk, you will crack jokes that are supposed to mean more.