Give me back my joy
That once seeped out of my being.
Its long soft tendrils
Brushing and stroking tenderly
At those who passed by.
I always turned secretly
To watch them smile
As they kept walking.

I want to look at everything,
To do everything,
To think about all of it,
The same way I used to;
With your glowing face
Woven into my mind,
Radiating between the etched patterns
Of my memory.

I used to wake up everyday
And breathe in the love I felt for you,
I used to ****** it
From the golden sunlight
That had bounded through my window.

Lately,
I’ve been going to bed in the dark—
No,
Lying awake in the dark,
Wishing you loved me
Again.

Grounded on my mat of morning-moist loam, the trees gossip with one another and the birds call out suggestions. My lungs **** down the sunbleached air as my skin engulfs the remnants of last night's rain. Somewhere, caught between a down dog and a forward fold I thought of you. The clay rich dirt kisses my forehead as my breath makes love to the wind and my soul whispers 'thank you.