Trying not to spend my time imagining

what will happen in the future

between you and me

because it will now be fruitless

trying not to claw myself apart from the loneliness

or the pain of not having you by my side 22 hours a day

looking to the sky, finding a will to pray that He would

create a miracle between two lost souls that need 

each other

        to find themselves

amongst the sand and teary eyes

the feelings between us could fill the space between

the moon and New York City

and suddenly,

your lying eyes have never been so pretty.