I've tried writing about the stars.
I wanted to write about their glow, or their shine, or their infinite numbers or maybe even the way they can turn a simple first date into the most romantic night of your life, like that time we laid in the back of your truck and fell asleep looking for Hercules just because I mentioned I liked one song from that Disney movie and you were trying to impress me.

I've tried writing about my family.
I wanted to write about my sister's wedding and how happy she was while she was getting ready, and how wide her smile got when I told her I would be the maid of honor after all and how excited she looked as she walked down the aisle, like that time at your sister's wedding and she got so anxious to say "I do" she started jumping at the altar and everybody laughed and told you, "you're next" and you just looked over at me and said you couldn't wait.

I've tried writing about God.
I wanted to write that I was healed and that I'm going to church again and my faith is completely restored but then I get to the point where I'm supposed to forgive him and welcome him back into my heart and I don't know if I can because I'm not sure he's real anymore because what kind of higher power creates a world where you die but I live and there's nothing to fill the gaps in my soul except the memories that hit me all too often but not nearly often enough?

I've tried writing about everything except you.
But it's just not working.