The mind is blank,
yet the canvas is daubed.

There’s a lot written there,
yet a lot left to write.

I crossed miles looking for you,
yet have to cross much more.

The wheels got me far from everyone,
yet I couldn’t get close to you.

I swayed in your love,
yet you couldn’t persist the thump.

I am standing at the edge,
yet can’t find the horizon.

I am blank,
yet I am full of the love you left behind.