tiny cold raindrops fall sporadically
onto my scarlet cheeks.
i close my eyes, looking up to the sky
i stick my tongue out
to catch them.

Violins, harps, & cellos. . .
a crescendo. . .

maximum melatonin
dosage
just to ensure sleep
away from hurting.

missing you is madness.
all i want is to r u n . . .

though i never feel like i know
whether or not
i want to run towards
or away from you.