As I lay here,
With my closed wide eyes
Listening,
To the soft summer rain, cry.
Shushing me with, lullabies.
I purge the puddles, of history
Of all the years, for they were only once days.
This distant air,
Between our naked
bodies.
Once basked in the summer heat,
setting the sheets ablaze.
Now covers, from the winter chill,
That expands across, the empty sheets.
This unwanted demon of end
Takes his time, to thicken the fog.
Inside my mind
Leaving my eyes to weep
My heart to bleed.
My body to want.
For there is no connection,
Even though we breathe together.
We exhale apart.