Your hands shake, we stand outside,
Cold fingers gently grazing my cheek,
It's cloudy, the wind rages around us,
Sky looks desolate and bleak.

When you strip me with your eyes I cry,
Scrubbing skin with my sleeve,
I hate for you to see me like this,
This ache I cannot relieve.

Withdraw from your cell, hold me,
Only you ease my pain,
Told me it would be okay,
Peace I cannot attain.

To experience this void is torture,
No happiness to be had,
Being apart from you so long,
Is slowly driving my heart mad.