Step onto the plane and leave behind the pain,
of the guy with the dead eyes who barely says your name.
Stare out the window at the lights and the landscapes,
and watch as they become as insignificant as your fate.
Step off the plane and bring with you the pain,
of the guy with the lost gaze who will never change.
Barely register the country roads you couldn’t wait to leave behind,
as you drive past your childhood home and revel in the quiet,
for once in your life.
Unpack your suitcase in the room across the hall,
and try not to think about him at all.
You’re home for Christmas, but this year it’s not the same.
As hard as you tried, with the songs and the lights,
and the movies ’round the fire with your parents at night,
and the hugs and the giggles from your brother’s kids,
you just couldn’t leave behind the pain
of the guy with the intent to keep you this way.