grey skies and raindrops.
insides now matching
the 36 hours of
mist against the window

my thighs need your touch
and my heart needs the sun
to feel alive

if i could cuddle with the sky (i wouldn't feel as lonely).
and i'd sure feel better if the wind could hold me.
instead it surrounds me, impossible to locate
everywhere but nowhere, making me hollow

if only i could chat with the trees (i wouldn't feel as lonely),
they have a language of their own, i'm too small to know.
i'm given their beauty but not their company
while i sink into myself, they continue to grow