The air is thin, I struggle to breath.
Vultures waiting for my imminent death.
My throat is parched, I struggle to speak.
Demons looming, sensing I'm weak.
Voices prophesying doom, the end is near.
It is a life without you I fear.
Time has passed since I felt your gaze,
Too much time, the day now barely a haze.
I remember the sun, the water and air,
Soon you'll be here, my hands in your hair.