A desolation of confined solitude has made a pacing path of diagonal imprint in all areas of walk...
His heart is at the beginning of her own journey
A venture that modes endless wonder
but still, at nighttime...
she cries out for him
into a pillow he once layed his head in as she stacked hers atop his shoulder creating permanent print

before trees drop leaves and covered branches that keep a coat of comfort around the storage that house her,
She reads and writes and listens as the most coveted blankets, wrap her in warmth and squeeze her into dreamscapes
When she dreams across the specrtum of imagination fables,
he dreams she is safe

All the windows in the apartment upstairs that look upon the street have an intermittent tremble when he wails
As he's screaming out to her
In hopes she'll hear him in the brown bark geographic dark
He knows in all logic, she wont hear him, but she does feel him because he is deep, embedded in her marrow
His tears and screams build up, creating clouds that shock bolts through the sky and drop a hard rain

The rain she feels a familiarity with
A rain she wants and loves so much