Looking for a room

Sitting in the parking lot in the late if the night just lost deep in thought, I know that the good Lord created a true love for me but at what cost. He must have put quite a bit time in this project taking each in his hand, Holding them one by one examining them calculating the load they'd stand. For he already saw these nights ahead of time of me sitting here in this car, Knowing that I have had to many drinks to drive home from the local bar. My better half is at home probably worried sick wandering where I am, Think the worst of this like Im dead from a car crash wrapped around a tree. And I don't know for sure if he is up above laughing at what comes tomorrow, Cause when I get home she said I have your clothes packed ask a friend for a room to borrow. By Benny Crabtrey Jr