Everything makes me think of you.
I can't deny it, can't kid myself.
you are always there.
and then you're not there.

how do I unconfuse myself, unsad, ungloom myself.
I will have to live with you here, there and everywhere,
without seeing you, and that's giving up a lot.

I don't have a choice. not yet.
someday there may be a way to see you, in some form.

I pray for that day. to come and stay.