What relief can i find in this violence of life?

The essence of presence can't just be getting by

I try to find a meaning that feels right

The sun that fills the loss of the night

Watching water pour through, spilling out like every "i miss you"

And there you are sprouting through the earth

Like warmth through the blinds

I save every piece of you i find

That the things that matter most are the ones we hold close

I feel the warmth you bring no matter where i may be

You are always with me