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Late night Sunday

2000 miles left to go

I still love you

But I'm trying to let it go

We knew it all along

Three months of counting down the days

Now you're going home to stay

I resent the strained politeness

Cross-country conversation gives

I drive in silence

Self-titled king of distances

The Vegas lights ahead

Like a fallen chandelier

Why did I ever volunteer

For this trip to nowhere?

I gave you everything

The perfect performance

Prepackaged memories

In wallet-size portraits

We've come so many miles

But now I can't go much farther for you

This is the final duty

Of a long distance martyr

Wednesday morning

500 miles left to go

Almost on empty

My resolve is running low

You say “that's good enough”

“I can walk the rest from here”

A playful smile from ear to ear

How can you desert me?

All my life I dreamed of finding someone

Ruled you out

Maybe too soon to tell

Charted our final destination

Wanted to end it well

Keeping alive the memories

So maybe in time

You will come back to me