Still miss you
A new day.
First thing, the same thought:
You’re gone and time opens up like a tablecloth spread across a minefield.
Loss wells up out of nowhere
Somewhere out there you can see me
And I can see you
But not yet
Not yet.
Thinking to myself
If there is something else, then you’ll know how I’m feeling,
you’ll make it all right.
And if there is nothing else, then what does it matter?
Sufficient unto the day.
This will have to do for now.
A new day.
First thing, the same old thought:
You’re gone and nothing I can do can bring you back.
But still I miss you, even so.