Longing persists for a communion
On a cold grey day,
Lonely drips quietly waiting
For the time to pass
Break, fast away from this
Silence. The sky cries for
Something. Missing.
Sit beneath the setting sun
A companion to hold closely
Warmth beaming between
Cool water that swallows
up sorrow. Palms for a
Palm tree sweet and seeded
To hold, eat.
Hunger dissipates inside,
Outside still seated
Alone. Remaining.