“We constantly say goodbye
When we want to try one last time,
Lips saying words the eyes contradict,
Brain over heart, reason over instinct.
My hands reach out but you’re not here,
Only the magnetic pull resist and insists
That I know you for more than just a few years,
A reason blossoming for my heart to persist.
I’ve always held on to nothing to find something
Within me, within you, that gave sense to what we are,
But we’re more than something and less than nothing,
And I wonder: how can we be both at the same time?”