Who is to say what life is without you?

You who is maker of all that is

This is no love song to the best candidate in the sky

Or a mere whisper of what life with you already knows

Here lies an echo to bolden your text

As if you added some width to lengthen your final paper due tomorrow

It is unclear who steals your love most

In fact, most still struggle to find a soapbox

To stand on

To aim such gratitude at the bullseye

A passionate fan reveals themselves only to those who pay attention

And a calm mind is your prerequisite to spotting their figure

Hence you and I are interchangeable

I believe, “relationship,” is what they call it

Find that space where clear water crashes on powdery white sand

Then you’ll know what you were missing

Then you’ll know life without them

Then you’ll know thyself