You float high
and I reach.
On tippy toes,
with painted nails
For you.
Stretched and strained,
each muscle aches.
Fingers pointed,
back straight.
Still, not enough to reach you.
A subtle breeze
and I crumble and curl,
falling back into myself,
a safety net of sorrow.
So familiar,
It was once a home.
Four walls, no roof.
And from here,
I stare up at you.
But the moon and stars
are all I see.
Sun,
you've left me once again.
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 4:52 PM UTC
You float high
and I reach.
On tippy toes,
with painted nails
For you.
Stretched and strained,
each muscle aches.
Fingers pointed,
back straight.
Still, not enough to reach you.
A subtle breeze
and I crumble and curl,
falling back into myself,
a safety net of sorrow.
So familiar,
It was once a home.
Four walls, no roof.
And from here,
I stare up at you.
But the moon and stars
are all I see.
Sun,
you've left me once again.
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