You float high
and I reach.
On tippy toes,
with painted nails
For you.

Stretched and strained,
each muscle aches.
Fingers pointed,
back straight.
Still, not enough to reach you.

A subtle breeze
and I crumble and curl,
falling back into myself,
a safety net of sorrow.
So familiar,
It was once a home.
Four walls, no roof.

And from here,
I stare up at you.
But the moon and stars
are all I see.

Sun,
you've left me once again.