Nothing but gone to me now

You’re nothing but gone to me now.

You didn’t have to be there
When you were.
You should have taken flight
Long ago.
I’ve left letters,
Time and time,
You kept letters
As I broke them
Apart words,
Apart envelopes.
I didn’t know
You had forever.
And days passed,
Since years have passed.
Now that everything passed
And everything,
You’re nothing but gone to me now.
I cannot find any way.
I cannot find any,
I cannot find you.
I wonder why we never tried to live,
But only tried not to die.
I awoke every morning
With the perfect shade of sunlight
Creeping in between the sheets
After you.
Write me now
To say
I am nothing but gone to you.