I’m glad you have hope
For love in the far away
You have yr ways cleared and set before you
And I’m made of what people think of me
Because I don’t think much of me
No matter how much you tried to remind me
I don’t believe in anything
Yr care was more than I needed
But mystery is made of god
Eternally yearning with finite hearts
though we were told that our emotions were flawed
So then how did I ever know
That I loved you and felt you
And how did I ever learn your ways
Engrained in my internal being.
I won’t talk to you
Or look around for you
I’ll just abide within me and mine
But I’ll cry every time I hear your laugh in another
every time I feel yr phantom touch from another
And every time I Smell your secret scent on some other.
Some times are worse than others
And I miss you more than I have ever.
