Another trip around the sun without you for the sunsets. A new telescope up in space, but you’re not here to see it. I’m looking to the sky for some proof of greater reason, thinking maybe it’s not real, who’d create a world without you? But I’ll listen to the thunder pretending it’s your truth, continue equating Godliness with the absence of you. Somehow you’re more here than you ever were before. Only the stars know














