Everything is you
except me.
Everything is something you've said,
something you've worn,
something you've touched,
laughed at,
tripped over.
Every season is you,
every sunny day in June,
every snow storm,
rainy day,
power outage,
apple crisp; they're all you.
You're every birthday that I don't get a call,
you're every moment I want to share,
you're every secret I'm not supposed to tell.
And songs.
God knows you're every single song.
You span all things.
You are history, literature, art.
You are the sun, the moon, and every fucking star.
You are the undiscovered solar systems.
You are the waves that pull me.
You are the sky.
You are everything that is and everything that ever was.
You are everything and everything is you.
Except me
Me, I am just a shell of what you once made me.