Guns Blazing

This is where things get strange:
The limbo of now and then, with
Used hearts and worn minds, exhausted
From their travels. I can finally picture my
Life without you while admitting my mistakes.
And yes, this is an open letter to You, You, You, and
Her. They may as well be one and the same since
I will see your faces in the rear view mirror,
Where objects are closer than they appear,
Their good side now on the other side
And love notes that are backwards unintelligible
So the message is lost with the intention intact.

I go this way, not that way, and how quickly.
I should have prefaced by saying that this is not
My road to happiness, my utopia of harmony
Or my soul mate carrying me into the sun-kissed distance.
If that were to ever arrive then my jaded heart will surely
Sleep in and miss that train, since my fate is to walk the long mile
Noticing every last detail along the way, with
the trash on the side of the road
next to the sweet succulence of the flowers
as I spend my time creating myself
without your influence or superfluous luggage.
Last time I checked I entered this world alone
And I will be buried in a one man casket, so if you are next to me
Then I have to ask you for a light and a thought as to why
The sun looks so damn good tonight, going down on
the last day of the year, Blazing eternal flames for my lifetime
but a possible supernova catastrophe for a distant generation who
May live to see the provider of Life finally say
I’ve had enough and I’m all out of hot gas:
This is my beautiful implosion and I will fuck shit up
From here to eternity.