How am I supposed to let go
When we never had an ending?
How do I get over something
That shouldn’t even be over?
I’ve been asking this question for months;
I’ve searched for an answer everywhere,
But even now
I still don’t know.
I tried finding it in bottles of alcohol
That burned my throat in silence,
And then I asked the storms,
And they chilled my bones in return.
I screamed into the night sky
At the moon and stars and heaven and hell
Until my voice was hoarse and I was numb,
And only my shaking echoes answered.
I think I could travel the world
And see all of the beautiful places,
And they would all be tainted by your absence.
I don’t think I’ll ever be over you being gone.