It's Not the Missing You

It's not the missing you
It's the not knowing you anymore
It's the ties that once bound
      Like we were two mountaineers
And the horizon so infinite
      Clouds like our fingers stretching and entangling
      And how the air thins up so high
Befit our grand endeavors
Our hope unending
The possibility
Of dreams
When a dreamer believes
In another
      And wonders upon wonders
A cycle of anything
Specifically everything
The ties that once bound
Turn frail in time
Like bodies do
Sucked dry of optimism
In an age of trauma
When the questions of morality
And substance
Hide their volcanic biding
No, time is no healer
And it is the missing you
It's always missing you