the only way it stops
hurting
is for you to come back
to us,
and I know that won’t
happen,
but I can wish, I can dream,
because
if I don’t, then the pain
stretches
out in front of me,
a vista
of mountains and foot hills,
I can see
the edge of the world from Rocky
mountain high,
but I don’t know that I want to see
the future
without you in it. please.
come back.