I woke up gasping due to the lack of air.
Asphyxiated by the dryness of the rising sun.
Unable to recall slumber nor the sandman's touch.
I stood up to the drowning shades of red, orange, and yellow.
A familiar voice rings in my heart calling from above.
Each step was filled with eagerness to follow.
Stumbling across a windowed door.
a warm light greets my shell of a body.
The wind blew along with the coldness it brings.
With intent to make my body shiver.
I shivered not because of its cruelty.
But that I was reminded of your warmth.

Love that's worth three years time.
Ripping apart pages full of moments.
Left alone to answer lingering questions.
Welcoming pain as if you were coming home.
Forced to stay for a while wallowing the feeling.
Smothering yearnings, loneliness, and miseries.
Remaining memories tend to bleed from deep.
Rendering me down, discouraged, and forlorn.