There are sounds
Which shatter
The blankest of thoughts
Transforming the shadows
Into the flowers that blossom

Morning fields
With fog so thick
Raindrops shatter
The complacent dirt
A cool breeze passes
Through the blades of grass
As your fingers
Brushed through my hair

On dark mornings
I lie awake
I rise
I sit by my window
And I wait

With great patience
Waiting
For there would be no other sound
Than your voice
To shatter the silence
Of my heart

The draft of the window
My mind on you
My eyes shatter into puddles
From trying to remember
To keep moving
To keep it inside of me and let it burn me
To carry it in my palms for as long as I can

In the absence of your warmth
I am left to fend
I will wait
I will wait.