I think of you
and I don’t know how to say
what I’m feeling anymore
There’s a sadness
and an emptiness
that tempers everything
As if something beautiful
just died in my hands
through no fault of my own
and I mourn what could have been
despite not knowing
exactly what that is
I care, but not as much
as I might’ve just a day or two ago
and probably a little more
than I will tonorrow
But I won’t know that for sure
until I wake up
and think of you again