It’s the cold snow that falls on that dark day,
Claiming to replenish the barren earth,
Only nourishing the whirl wind that engulfs you.

It’s the hot sun on a summer day,
Wanted to get hotter and hotter,
As your skin peels and burns.

It’s the hope that gets you to go to prom alone,
And as you dance to that song, you see all the happy faces,
Happy together, as you are left in despair and alone.

It’s a mother crying over her stillborn child,
Whom she will never know,
Yet loves as though she had.

It’s the love that I will never have,
That leaves me yearning for the intangible,
Barely making it through this world built for two.