Its mornings like this,
when I wake up and the skies are black,
when the rain streams from the sky and thunder shakes the earth,
that I feel the heart wrenching ache of loneliness.

I miss the arms that used to snake around my waist at 3:30 in the morning after a terrifying nightmare
and the warm body that pressed snugly into mine during winter.

How you would lean into my neck
breathe me in like a summer wine,
and then sigh.
I miss the tear that occasionally fell to my cheek from your eyes,
when the thought of losing me crossed your mind.

How your fingers would suddenly intertwine with mine at the strangest of times
and you would look at me, not a word was uttered,
you said it all with your eyes.

The way you held me when we kissed,
the way you played with my hair,
the taste of your smile,
your sea green eyes,
your laugh,
the feel of your skin.

Your heartbeat in synchronization with mine.

I miss the colour in my life, the colour of you.

I feel like a green robot at 1 in the morning
There's nobody to stand by and admire how he stands tall and shines his green light proudly, no one but the tattooed drag racers who don't even stop to appreciate him, who fly past without a care.

I feel like that green robot who once was proud and tall, unashamed of his brightness but with time and no proper care began to fade, the yellow paint that was once cheery now peeled and chipped at its dull corners and he no longer stands tall but shriveled and bent like an old man.

You see, like me, something was stolen from him by the conceited, power hungry society we're surrounded by.

life.