Windswept.

The night is alive
with tears from the sky.

The night is dead;
the dagger of light pierced it. Killed it.

The tears mingled on my cheeks:
that of the night. And mine.
They tasted salty. And bitter.

The rain shower clothed me.
Made me whole.
Pilfered pieces of my soul.

The howling winds disrobed me.
Left me naked. And empty.
Yearning, always searching.

You weren't here. But I wish you were.
You were comfortable in your blankets.
In the warmth of your bed,
cuddled in someone else's embrace.

As the rain poured.
Made me empty. Made me whole.