I wish I had the heart of a beast,
to find no guilt in losing you, to miss
you in nights no more, that the humanly aching
wouldn't find a way into the gap between
what makes me fear and fret,
and the tremor I feel in every organ and limb.
Sometimes we are all but miles apart, but the
disconnected heavens between us just won't
lose its vivid lighting, and sometimes I think
we're just gone from ourselves.