There’s more in my life than just me.

I sat, wondering, as my hand moved

writing words, painting pictures.

how long could this go on?

My life up, yours down.

I tried, four years,

as our souls touched

in moments of extreme closeness.

Still, you're gone and me, alone.

Thinking, in the past, trying

to go on without you.

You said space, but I think not.

Simply boredom,

having done it all, no point in repetitions.

I wanted changes

and now, so I must.

You took the environment.

All the drugs, all the booze

blended to haze.

I could not see your self anymore,

losing my functions.

We played fast lane changes

ignoring traps, refusing changes

while talk moved to impossibilities.

I helped you, and you, me.

We really tried.

My love for you was the center of all I was.

Now alone, and me, changing

our closer world, broken.

Each space floats to the plan of unknowns.

Even in hurt, we must go.

You see, our lives contain others

who need us now.

There's more in our lives than just us.

No one is alone,

who holds that thought.