The issue lies not in you being gone but in the fact that you're away.
In seeing your smile it became transfixed in my brain and became something that one could only hope to see every time the sun brought a new set of hours to life.

The issue lies not on the decision you made to go but in the mystery of whether you'll return. I could live without you, please that you must believe, but what fun or momentary enjoyment would it be to constantly dance outside in the rain if never with a partner.

The issue lies not in the few days we spent together but in the plentiful seconds I knew who you were. Every word, gesture, movement and expression resonated in my head reminding me of the day I was born without the rest of me in hopes to find it.

The issue lies in the fact that there is no issue after all is there?
If you're the issue, we'll find the answer.
If time is the issue, we'll watch the clock together.
If we're the issue, it's the world that is mistaken.