This is where “home” meets “lost.”
I keep you inside a museum where my faith used to be. I carry your memory everywhere.
But I can only find you in the empty spaces. You’re only where you used to be but you aren’t there anymore.
I wonder how long this museum will remain. I wonder if this shrine will always stand.
I just can’t seem to let you rest. I am still tugging at your shirt and loving the sound of your voice giving me one of my own.
I suppose you will always be somewhere in the everywhere else. I will still be here, in the places I wish you were.