As I drive through the winding roads insecurities flush my face
"What if I was wrong" is a question that seems to bounce off the rocky mountains surrounding me
You said "things would be different if"
I think of exchanges we shared and the way your face scrunched up when you laughed
You remind me of the good and well and new
"But" my head yearns
I can not be yours
I can not live chasing after "if only"s
My mind drifts as the road dives deeper toward the foot of the mountains and your smile fades into thoughts of what is ahead.