It's Never “Never Be the Same”

I know few things are simple in Earth's broad complexity,

But I have never once stopped thinking that you're gone because of me.

I've crossed the ocean far enough that day has turned to night.

I'd cross the sorry stars if it would somehow put things right.

I learned about as much by leaving as I learned by losing you.

There's no mistake I cannot make, in anything I do.

Earth's hunger should have swallowed me, for you were always better,

and if I've gotten no worse since, I'm the same man, to the letter.

It seems you left me nothing in the lesson or the loss.

It seems as if my nature's one expanse I cannot cross.