I miss you now. I guess, like I should have missed you then. My body moves like curtains waving in and out of wind. In and out of windows. I can't untangle what I feel and what would matter most. I can't close an eye, can't close an eyelid. Now there's no point in reaching out for me. In the dark, I'm just no good at giving relief. In the dark, it won't be easy to find relief. And I'm not proud that nothing will seem easy about me. But I promise this, I won't go my whole life telling you I don't need. I'll tell you now, I guess like I should have told you then. That thunder moves like damn drawers slamming in my frame. Slamming in my framework. I can't untangle what I know and what should matter most. I can't close an eye, can't close an eyelid. Now there's just no point in reaching out for you.