Below Myself, I Cry

I cannot think of that which is not
For that which is not
Cannot be that which is now
So I swelter in my stinging heart
This image in my eye, I tear
Hoping that it's dichotomy
Will somehow bring me answers
That I could not see before
I shoulder my now heavy thoughts
And I swear by the sun I can see
But the future is not mine to know
So I learn what I can from the past
And I make what I may from the now
But I still cannot seem to abate the cold pain
That knowing you
Without having you
Instills