the process of forming images

thoughts of realism creeping in of losing you.
i see myself not knowing what to do.
i have loved in the past & made it through.
but i have never had a love this realistically true.

visions of a future where you are no longer present.
i imagined the impossible & found it irrelevant.
yet the thought is killing me if u were somehow absent.
because having someone like you in my life is extravagant.

sight seeing in my mind tempting the process of forming images.
taking on different scenarios to see what the damage is.
weighing the option sort of speak on opposite packages.
leaving me in the state of mind of total helplessness.

i do not like it one bit when it comes to the likes of misplacing you.
all i am left with is an emptiness filling the void of trying to do what i do.
if gone a piece of me would die the day you walked out & the is the truth.
reality has settled in on what it is you do to me & it is what it is, ilu!