I feel like I'm repeating the words
Of the bliss I feel when I'm wrapped safely in your arms
But I can't help
Falling in love with the way your fingers entwine with mine
Like it's the first time someone has ever held my hand

I am not aware your intentions
Only your lack of actions

The air was thin
And my hands were numb

The ground was cold
And the rain clung too tightly to my body

I looked over at you
And for the first time in a very long time

*I felt safe

Maybe being this lonely
Isn't a bad thing

Maybe that's what being a poet it all about
The greatest writers were always alone and crazy anyway