by Sine Qua Non

the thing is there’s really more to this than good music. i wish i could figure out the sense of comfort that i felt when i told you about how low i feel because of this loss as if you being virtually there could provide comfort that you in whatever way understanding the intensity of feeling could make everything better

you did until you stopped being there. the green light’s all there is, but when will you ever really reach out? he’s dead. i’m sad. you’re there. not here. it’s all about loss now, i’m reminded that i really couldn’t have you, eh? or maybe i could. i wish i could. i will. the universe will give you to me someday.

this prayer’s for you.

and i wanted to say —

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