you are my subject in every poem
your name is inked in every word
my writings revolve around you
and yet you never know
everything i want to say to you
everything i've thought of you
read between all the lines
my sentences crave you
in every universe, orpheus turns around to look back at eurydice.
in every rendition of the story, no matter the cause or the context, he always looks back at her.
despite the ache in his soles, despite the trials he's been through; he turned around.
there will be an end.
everything and everyone will end.
many things cease to exist and happen all the time.
all the time, these things pass.
as all ended things do.
everything and everyone will pass.
there will be an end, and it will pass.
it will pass.
i should've known that i can never hold onto one thing forever.
that time is always fleeting and finite, it does not sit still for anyone.
when your hand slips from mine, the only thing i'm left holding onto is the empty space.
yet, my brain will always recognize what once was.