Already gone...

I can’t be selfish when you look at me with those “kiss me” eyes.

Experience has taught me all roads lead downhill and end with a two-ton thud against a brick wall—wreckage unrecognizable.

It's a script I can recite by heart of a scene I've watched play out many times.
Same lines, different actors.

ME
(Center stage)

YOU
(Stage right by the door)
Explaining how we should have never gone down this path. Stringing together empty sentimentalities that leave me broken as you exit offstage.

(Exit stage right)

(Curtain)
THE END

So even though things could be as simple as your hand in mine on a long walk—it cannot be. Because you can’t be with me in the moment if in my mind you are already gone.