3:20...3/20

We were supposed to do something last night,
At 3:20 3/20...
Remember? Of course you do.
But we didn't.

You opened up my aching chest
And ripped out my barely beating heart instead.
And it's sick, I know...
But somehow I understand,
I knew all along this day would come.

But what about Atticus and Marley?
And what about our children?
Don't they matter to you anymore?
I guess not...
Remember how we were going to name them Tevin and Taegen
If they were twins?
It was going to be perfect my love,
Just like you...

But I understand that none of that
means anything to you now,
They're just silly little thoughts
that I pray will still happen.

And I'm sitting out here,
Supposed to be taking photographs,
But nothing that is supposed to happen ever does,
Does it?

I'm too busy being envious of the trees
Because I know you love them.

I just don't know what I've done wrong,
I'm trying to grasp at it,
but I can't.
Not even YOU can accomplish that.

And I miss you terribly,
Your smell, your intimate eyes,
The way you look
when I'm giving you everything I've got,
And those lips...

And I'll pray every second for eternity
That your playful heart will change it's mind
And that you will love me again like you did,
But this is all I can do...
Just pray.

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