What Became Known as the Early Years

I can't believe you. I can't believe you.
I miss you so much. You're so far away.
Becoming a different person without me.

We rarely see a different sky,
The stars remain, themselves, unchanged.
Yet they never cease to snatch the wand'ring eye,
And bring it back to gaze at them again.

New beauties lay within these ancient lights,
How interesting that we should find them now.
The glow on which we stared for endless nights,
Here shines strange shades of silver on our brow.

The natures of this earth all follow suit;
An oak, untouched, keeps fast from leaf to root.
But if, in it, we see a different tree,
Our senses, and our souls, grew more acute.

And so the sky is made our shattered looking glass.
The wood, a lens into our inner being.
And in our lives, all things that come to pass
Are found in how, and what we are perceiving.

What wonderfully wild and bold rolling supernova we become,
To see new wonders and old wonders a new.
The first made heaven and earth, and ours are one,
What God reveals in us, this world proves true.......

I miss you so much. Where did that even come from? I'm not ready for you to go. I'll never be ready.
I can't even. I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I need you. I want things to go back to the way they were. If I could just be there with you for another day, another hour, I'd tell you the truth. I'd love you more. I'd weep more. I'm so sorry.
I miss you so much. Every part of me sick from learning how to live without you. Please. I don't understand.