Fake Dimension

I had the feeling today was the day. There was alarm in your soul. Your body was calm from the outside, like always. You were feeling alone and I woke up to a message from you. I drove to your house and our family didn't get along. They told me I needed to leave you. I was riding in the back of a station wagon thinking of the way it felt to lay next to you for so long and the absence was numbing. I heard it in your voice, the way that you let me go, but you didn't want to. Not truly. 

The hills were round and small. Tiny flowers studded the grass, standing out in the dark. I ran up and down the hills. I felt free. You weren't there at times. At times you were. It was hard to distinguish whether you were really there at all.