Five Days

Saturday night, long ride
Lungs tire from the strain
Of singing our hearts out.
Radio so high
Can't hear ourselves think.
Short walk, hands cold
Hate to say goodbye like that:
"I'll bet we'll find our way back soon."
Four.

Stay up late, wake up late
Lounging with my conscience
Jokes and laughter and ha!
Then a wow...
Disbelief at those little words
Never saw it coming:
"Are you serious?"
Three.

Day with the rest of the world
Secret sighs and long hours
Telling everyone our tale
We're so proud of this.
But something's missing
Something's gone
Missing that something just kills me:
"No, there's no answer."
Two.

Rebounding so quickly, effortlessly
Not shallow, but true.
Emotions cloud the thoughts
Unable to do the same
Because of the broken record
Inside the mind:
"Alone...alone...alone...alone..."
One.