Saying my name leaves a sour taste in your mouth.
Your hazel eyes burn at the site of this shadow you wish you never recognized.

But I still ache to feel your guiding hand
And hear your calming words.
I still feel your warmth,
Long after you’ve left me in the freezing cold.

I wait everyday for that warmth to return,
Hopeful that I won’t spend another night  aching to feel a sense of belonging.