Clarity

Head on collisions.
I think too much, and too extravagantly.
I put life in you that was never supposed to be there.

I cannot remember the reasons why I hold on.
But it’s something gold that makes me wonder
why I (always) loved you.

But you are a book that is filled to the brim.
Line after line, a story without
me.

You are a full glass, and can I be happy?

I will try.
After all, absence is required for
clarity.