I prayed to get over it.
But another version of you keeps arriving—
each one softer,
each one saying things you never said
but I always wished you would.

That version sends visions.
Of one more dream
I can’t quite hold onto—
it dissolves the second I wake,
like breath on glass.

To dream versions of you
is to love you whole
in a world that lets me,
just for a moment.

And when those visions fade—
when the countless lives I live with you
go blur,
go quiet,
go still—

maybe that’s when it’s time
to stop chasing sleep.
Maybe it’s time
to make a life
where you and I
can finally
be one.

What's good about this loneliness
is the trials you clenched your teeth to
   don't burden anyone you know
No matter how many  failed attempts,
errors or even taking wrong roads
you devour what results come

But the loneliness kicks in, right?
Quiet nights and only your footsteps
and heartbeat can be heard
Only you can do
is howl to the moon
praying for all roads
will lead
to a better path
or a better pack

When every angle or direction
either turns into an expectation you'll pop up
or
takes me back to moments I cannot recreate with anyone
This is the endless loop of misery of how i miss you.