Eir.M - Empty Seat

I recall your final line, every word but not the why.
In the mirror, streets recede,
But the past keeps pace with me.
The space on the passenger side makes a two-lane road feel wide.
You ride with me at sunrise, the empty sea says otherwise.
I cross another county line,
Still leaving part of me behind.
One more mile will set me free,
But distance keeps you close to me.
The world moves on, as all things do, I left us there,
But carried you.
You ride with me, close to me.