Not You

I_miss_you.jpg The tire tracks Lead far away from this accident The smell of rubber stings my eyes That will be the reason for the tears. Not you The closet door With all it's contents spilling out, And strewn across the floor will not shut That will be the reason for this mess. Not you. The tracks will be washed away The closet door will be locked The fire will be dowsed. Who broke this fragile heart? Not You. The raging fire With no boundaries to control it Helped by the wind to lash out That will be the reason for the pain. Not you.