The Hook Through It

It still hangs there in my head
It won't end
Like a dead bird in the air that just won't fall to the ground
I could run away
To Moneta, Wyoming
Or Red Lodge, Montana
Or Maple Grove, Minnesota
But I can't let go
We're connected for good, ain't we?
When will this tether be gone?
And my memories twist into fantasies that, like a moron, I think I have possibilities
I could go to Antarctica
And bury my head and what's left of my heart in the snow
But my love just won't go
Am I sick?
Or were we meant?
Am I being fucked with by demons?
Is it me that's acting evil?
Am I in the right?
Or am I in the wrong?
Or is this just how love is?