I don't know how to live now,
I realize I'm still dazed by your absence,
I still find myself staring down
a thousand miles at the ceiling
some nights.
But you're a thousand miles away.
Lightyears— nonexistent—
so far.
I want to think of larger things.
How long will I live in this trap
of my own making?
I want to think about so much
more than you.
I want to think about everything
but you
are there in the way
of my thoughts.
I have to trust that my mind
can still unravel some
unfound revelation
yet to be found in you.
I have to trust my mind...