I find myself yearn for the grass’ sighs, as they meet your breezy strides;
For a whiff of that blush Sedum you plucked and gazed at.
The sight of it must have wrecked your heart,
for you smudged its petals with salty beads as you cried.

I wish the wind could whisper in your ears, you’re not alone, I’m here.
I wish you could know, how basking in your sorrows helps me grow.
I wish I could hold your hand, and away your shadows to command.
Then watch, as you wallow in my comfort, and I in your hurt.

But first, I need to be found.