Years have gone by now, and I doubt you'll ever read this - but I lay awake trying to comprehend the startling reality that you are not present in my life.
Your words echo in the background of my mind, and - to me - this is the torturous landscape in which my future and all of reality finds itself painted.
So many nights I've spent silent, still, and calm, mouth and eyes open - here yet still drifting somewhere far far away.. somewhere in your graces.
But the silence between notes eventually breaks, and the tone brings me back to this perpetual state of limbo - this place where you are never truly here, and never truly gone.
What you were to me then, I can never adequately explain. You were life and love... you were the universe itself.
All I have left of you now, is this fever dream.