It has become....
I don't see you anymore.. I go back to a black light, florescent bedroom painting..Maynard in the background..and no life around me mattered..and You were there at times..and even when you weren't in the room..I felt so much closer to you..and now..Its as if I never knew you... Its so sad..and I miss you..and yet I feel I cannot win against what has happened. I mourn the loss. I mourn the presence of what isn't what wa and doesn't seem like it can ever be again. It has become lonely.