I’m Broken Without You
What if you never got in the car that day?
What if I took back the things I wish I didn’t say?
What if you were still here in May?
You would still be alive.
I wouldn’t feel so bad and sorry.
You would have been another year older.
Loss is a **_funny_** thing.
It makes you rethink _everything_.
But so many “what ifs” can’t change a thing.
Loss is a **_scary_** thing.
You cry about everything,
But yet even if you cry a river, nothing changes. Not anything.
Loss is **_sad_** thing.
You start to forget what they sound like when they sing.
You even forget what their warm embrace feels like in the spring when you came to school sad.
Maybe if I never met you.
Maybe if I had invited you over that day.
Maybe if I didn’t push you away.
So many maybes, but…
Maybe if I had actually told you I loved you, you never would have gone away.