You Can’t Have Everything

I’ve ran out of ways to describe how you make me feel. And yet,

I haven’t even begun to graze the surface

I feel you in the wind and I feel you in the chilly afternoon air

I hear you in Netflix series and in The Beatles songs

I think about you every day, in the morning and the night

The second I wake up to the second I’ve fallen asleep

Even sometimes, my dreams.

You’re nothing tangible anymore.

Nothing more than a whispy lavender nostalgia.

And yet,

You’re still

My everything