sometimes..

sometimes when i think of you, i think you're perfect.
but that's not really true..
i think it always.
and every night i write to you. well, really just your name at the top of the page.
and i try so hard, but there's nothing i could say, as perfect as you.
and i try so hard because i know that you and beauty are the same, and all i ever wanted was to make something beautiful.
but then you left.
now there is a hole in the universe shaped like you.
with time, it's grown very small and i think of it seldom anymore.
it just aches a little sometimes. like a phantom limb.
when it rains outside, and i am drawn to think of the past.
but that's ok.
these things only serve to make you stronger in the end.
though i think we all know i'd rather have you back.
i tried so hard to make something beautiful.
and let me tell you, sad is not beautiful. sad is sad.
night is night and day is day.
it's too bad we can't read each others minds.